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Kouvr, the Special Snowflake

Lion Stats
Experience
12485 / 24750 (50%)
Level 16
Strength 135 Speed 147
Stamina 99 Smarts 93
Agility 116 Skill 66
Born With: Unknown Total Stats: 656
Lion Currents
Age 11 years, 10 months old
Hunger
0%
Energy 100 / 100
Impression
Dreamboat
Personality
Patient (Kind)

Adult Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 75.641025641026%
Elder Stage 0%
Breeding Info
Father Agilieth ll (Deceased) Mother x — naga clone (Deceased) View Full Heritage
Last Bred N/A Fertility N/A View All Cubs Bred (42)
Appearance Markings
Base Albino (Clouded Skin) Slot 1: Cocoa Lace (70%) Tier 3
Slot 2: Mistletoe Mesh (70%) Tier 3
Slot 3: Gregarious Brindle (20%) Tier 3
Slot 4: Kimanjano Mottled Vents (100%) Tier 3
Slot 5: Noctis Soft Rosette (100%) Tier 4
Slot 6: Mottled Rosette (100%) Tier 5
Slot 7: Black Ripple (79%) Tier 1
Slot 8: Proteles Scarce Ebony (70%) Tier 3
Slot 9: Fiery Undercover (60%) Tier 3
Genetics Black Light Solid Common
Eyes Eldritch
Mane Type Crested
Mane Color Styx
Mutation Piebald (Tovero)
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
Challenge: Winter [Fur Cave]

Above
Lab Test Frog
Cold Breath
Georgian Red Fox
Albino Wolf Puppy
Shiny Rock Left Triple Ear Piercing [White]
Winter Melanistic Cub
Winter Achromia Cub

Below
Aging Cremello Horse
Lifetime
Attacks Defended 1 Explore Steps Taken 22858 NPCs Defeated 382
Lions Sent Away 12 Lions Killed 0
Studding Services
This male lion is offering studding services, for a price of 1 GB OR 225 SB. Lionesses must have a minimum of 1% 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
Kinged: Dec. 2022
Stats Then: 21
Stats Now: 554
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Kouvr received special visions since he was a cub. The last one he experienced was different. In his vision, he saw a grown lion, an older King of 12+ years, laying on the savanna floor. His flank rose and fell with obvious struggle. There was a giant gash exposing a rib, a wildebeest pierced the soft skin of his underbelly and ripped him clear up to his shoulder. His life's blood was spilling out over the floor. Kouvr ran towards the dying lion, horror written over his face.

The body disappeared right as he reached it. He leaped forward, paws reaching towards where the poor King had just been, only to slice through empty air. Confusion filled his bones, along with a feeling of uncertainty. He was in a small clearing, surrounded by tall grass. A giant Baobab tree was the centerpoint and spilling around it's large trunk and roots, were a pride of lions. Lions of all sizes, shapes, colors, and mutations. But not just lions, all kinds of creatures. Living together in harmony. A large cremello horse, a fennec fox, an albino wolf pup; all playing together.

It's his pride. The dying lion's. It has to be!

All of them looked distraught. Some lionesses were pacing back and forth, their heads occasionally raising to glance off across the savanna. They were waiting for their King. A small tigon cub paced between them, its lips split into a soundless cry. A georgian red fox raised its head and blinked at him, eyes hopeful. "Did he send you?" The fox asked. All eyes were on Kouvr now.

"I . . I'm not sure. I found him lying there, and then I saw the tree. I was drawn to it." Kouvr lowered his head to meet the smaller creatures gaze.

The fox slid to his feet. "Then he has chosen. You are our new leader, young one. You have to find us." The fox's words echoed in his head while everything went black. Next thing he knew, he was awake. Back in his own pride, but with a consistent gnawing feeling in the roots of his belly. A yearning for something . . something out there.

His pride.






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