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Dionysius, the Deathlord of the Jungle

Lion Stats
Experience
35528 / 35640 (99%)
Level 19
Strength 181 Speed 190
Stamina 149 Smarts 186
Agility 180 Skill 40
Born With: Unknown Total Stats: 926
Lion Currents
Age 6 years, 11 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 37.820512820513%
Elder Stage 0%
Breeding Info
Father Fool's Gold (Deceased) Mother Drippin View Full Heritage
Last Bred N/A Fertility N/A View All Cubs Bred (41)
Appearance Markings
Base Unholy (Tawny Skin) Slot 1: Feralis Noctis (93%) Tier 6
Slot 4: Dim Seal (87%) Tier 2
Slot 5: Goridhe Crackle (14%) Tier 2
Slot 6: Goridhe Quail Flecks (85%) Tier 2
Slot 9: Feline 8 Gold (38%) Tier 2
Slot 10: Bone Venter (89%) Tier 3
Genetics Red Dark Countershaded Special
Eyes Red
Mane Type Savage
Mane Color Styx
Mutation Primal (Felis)
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
Pure Morning
Lifetime
Attacks Defended 3 Explore Steps Taken 10684 NPCs Defeated 572
Lions Sent Away 0 Lions Killed 1
Studding Services
This male lion is offering studding services, for a price of 1 GB OR 300 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
You walk into a clearing, golden sunlight filtering through the leaves that hung over several sandy slabs of rock. On top of them sat a lion, undoubtedly the king of the pride surrounding him. Several lionesses lay about, conversating or basking in the warmth of the daylight. Cubs pranced around the king’s paws, though he seemed undisturbed. His piercing red eyes stared you down, his muscles tensing under thick rusty fur. For a moment he seemed to hesitate, but the primal quickly moved up and trotted down to nudge at a burgundy ferus, seemingly his submale. Both primals looked serious, their paws and chins stained a little red, but their features undoubtedly soft. They meant you no harm. For now.





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