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Usual King Calyx

Lion Stats
Experience	33 / 440 (7%)
Level	3
Strength	8	Speed	13
Stamina	8	Smarts	10
Agility	8	Skill	13
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	60

Lion Currents
Age	5 years, 2 months old
Hunger	20%
Energy	100 / 100
Impression	Barely Noticeable
Personality	Forgiving (Good)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Dearest (Deceased)	Mother	Kip (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	N/A	Fertility	N/A	View All Cubs Bred (0)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Prune (Burnt Skin)	Slot 1: Ebony Brawl (83%) Tier 3 Slot 2: Prune Rumble (54%) Tier 3 Slot 3: Sunrise Margay (50%) Tier 3 Slot 4: Fiery Mottled Fissures (93%) Tier 3 Slot 5: Sunset Crackle (48%) Tier 3 Slot 7: Kimanjano Mottled Vents (71%) Tier 3 Slot 9: Feline 8 Maroon (57%) Tier 5 Slot 10: Feline 8 Elysian (100%) Tier 5
Genetics	Red Dark Countershaded Rare
Eyes	Pink
Mane Type	Diabolic
Mane Color	Haunted
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Bloodbath Above Scar: Anklebiter Shamanic Tarot: The Fool Scar: Shoulder Scar: Short Left Eye Chain [Gold] Jewelry: Amber Gem Headpiece Krampus Horns Krampus Tongue Darwin's Bark Spider Halo Scar: White Eye Left

Lifetime
Attacks Defended	0	Explore Steps Taken	135	NPCs Defeated	3
Lions Sent Away	0	Lions Killed	0

Studding Services
This male lion is offering studding services, for a price of 2 GB OR 300 SB. Lionesses must have a minimum of 30% fertility to breed. This male lion has 15/15 studding slots left open this week. * Selecting an item to send with the request will remove the item from your hoard and apply it to the stud if your request is accepted. If your request is removed or denied for any reason the item will be returned to you. Multiple items can be sent at the same time providing they do not cancel each other out in their effects. * Breeding to a mutated stud does not affect your chances of conceiving a mutated cub unless the stud is a variation of piebald or primal.

Studding Services

This male lion is offering studding services, for a price of 2 GB OR 300 SB. Lionesses must have a minimum of 30% fertility to breed.

This male lion has 15/15 studding slots left open this week.

* Selecting an item to send with the request will remove the item from your hoard and apply it to the stud if your request is accepted. If your request is removed or denied for any reason the item will be returned to you. Multiple items can be sent at the same time providing they do not cancel each other out in their effects.

* Breeding to a mutated stud does not affect your chances of conceiving a mutated cub unless the stud is a variation of piebald or primal.

Biography
The surroundings are thick with the smell of vile smoke and rotting carcasses. You can practically taste it as it flows down your throat, and it stings with the prospect of death. You've been walking for hours across ragged terrain, the pin-prick precision of volcanic rock shards digging between your paw-pads. Every inch of your body aches, and you crave for the sweet familiarity of your own land, your own pride. The mere thought lingers on the horizon. The dreadful laugh of a hyena cuts through the air like butter, and you flinch. You've heard it one too many times on your venture through uncharted territory, through this place you know nothing about — protecting yourself from the unknown is undoubtedly the greatest challenge of all. As the red and black world begins to spin around you, you realise with a muffled panic that you are falling nauseous. Not being able to defend yourself can prove fatal consequences, and you gulp as you stare up at the storm-brewing sky, clusters of vultures screeching high above. The faint tinkling of metal parts rubbing against eachother floods through the clearing, and you whip around in alarm, despite not being able to see much through the dense fog shrouding your vision. The strangely comforting sound grows closer, and a smile slowly grows on your face as a warm light envelopes you. If this is the end, I want it to last forever. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (I'm getting back into the hang of writing, so if it sounds a little choppy, that's why!)

Biography

The surroundings are thick with the smell of vile smoke and rotting carcasses. You can practically taste it as it flows down your throat, and it stings with the prospect of death.
You've been walking for hours across ragged terrain, the pin-prick precision of volcanic rock shards digging between your paw-pads. Every inch of your body aches, and you crave for the sweet familiarity of your own land, your own pride. The mere thought lingers on the horizon.

The dreadful laugh of a hyena cuts through the air like butter, and you flinch. You've heard it one too many times on your venture through uncharted territory, through this place you know nothing about — protecting yourself from the unknown is undoubtedly the greatest challenge of all.
As the red and black world begins to spin around you, you realise with a muffled panic that you are falling nauseous. Not being able to defend yourself can prove fatal consequences, and you gulp as you stare up at the storm-brewing sky, clusters of vultures screeching high above.
The faint tinkling of metal parts rubbing against eachother floods through the clearing, and you whip around in alarm, despite not being able to see much through the dense fog shrouding your vision. The strangely comforting sound grows closer, and a smile slowly grows on your face as a warm light envelopes you.

*If this is the end, I want it to last forever.*

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(I'm getting back into the hang of writing, so if it sounds a little choppy, that's why!)

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