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View ʚℝ𝕖𝕫-ℙ𝕠𝕝𝕝�'s Pride

ʚℝ𝕖𝕫-ℙ𝕠𝕝𝕝�, the Impeccable

Lion Stats
Experience	21769 / 24750 (87%)
Level	16
Strength	107	Speed	144
Stamina	128	Smarts	108
Agility	106	Skill	5
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	598

Lion Currents
Age	13 years, 3 months old
Hunger	27%
Energy	100 / 100
Impression	Dreamboat
Personality	Self-Absorbed (Evil)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Chuuya Nakahara III (Deceased)	Mother	☉ Gloam ☉ (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	N/A	Fertility	N/A	View All Cubs Bred (9)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Mummy (Marbled Skin)	Slot 2: Red Heavy Rosette (75%) Tier 4 Slot 3: Feline 4 Noctis (88%) Tier 2 Slot 8: Cimmerian Blaze (56%) Tier 1 Slot 11: Cimmerian Trotters (52%) Tier 1
Genetics	Cream Dark Countershaded Special
Eyes	Brown
Mane Type	Thick
Mane Color	Spectre
Mutation	Primal (Felis)
Marking Slots	11

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Taurids Above Celestial Detritus Lab Test Frog Shadow Canine Below A Great Comet

Lifetime
Attacks Defended	0	Explore Steps Taken	7427	NPCs Defeated	488
Lions Sent Away	0	Lions Killed	0

Studding Services
This male lion is offering studding services, for a price of 1 GB OR 200 SB. Lionesses must have a minimum of 0% 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 1 GB OR 200 SB. Lionesses must have a minimum of 0% 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
｡⋆｡˚ ʚℝ𝕖𝕫 ℙ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕦𝕩ɞ ˚｡⋆｡ ════════════════ ⋆★⋆ ════════════════ With one last, long look to the sky, Hoytt places his paw onto the young felis' forehead and smiles. "It may be a bit difficult to picture," he rasps, "but foundations must be shaken at least once, i suppose." The others murmur amongst themselves (Isidore rolls her eyes- quite loudly, too), and some even seem to look concerned. Mavrik twitches his tail thoughtfully. The old male simply beams at Rez, however; his soft, worn eyes crinkle at the ends the way they always do. While his pride members may have begun to question him in his elder years, he knows they'll grow to understand. After all, he's never led them astray before. Rez Pollux gently bats the big paw from his face and cocks his head at Hoytt. "There's a storm brewing in you, kid. As long as you don't let it consume you, this pride will flourish under your rule." With that, Hoytt turns and lumbers away, offering a reassuring cheek rub to Mavrik as he passes. The others, still left a little speechless, fix their gaze onto the cub. Rez feels his chest begin to swell. He's used to eyes on him, sure; but this time it's different. It's...empowering. He twitches his little tail excitedly, glancing around at his pridemates. His pride, he thinks. The thought makes him smile. After a bit of silent gloating, he turns to trot back to his mom, who ushers him against herself with her paw quickly. Gloam shoots the others a sympathetic smile as she walks away, the little felis cub already yapping her poor ears off. The rest of the pride glance around at one another a bit. Mavrik is the first to walk away. The others follow suit.

Biography

｡⋆｡˚ ʚℝ𝕖𝕫 ℙ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕦𝕩ɞ ˚｡⋆｡
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With one last, long look to the sky, Hoytt places his paw onto the young felis' forehead and smiles.
"It may be a bit difficult to picture," he rasps, "but foundations must be shaken at least once, i suppose."
The others murmur amongst themselves (Isidore rolls her eyes- quite loudly, too), and some even seem to look concerned. Mavrik twitches his tail thoughtfully.
The old male simply beams at Rez, however; his soft, worn eyes crinkle at the ends the way they always do. While his pride members may have begun to question him in his elder years, he knows they'll grow to understand. After all, he's never led them astray before.
Rez Pollux gently bats the big paw from his face and cocks his head at Hoytt.
"There's a storm brewing in you, kid. As long as you don't let it consume you, this pride will flourish under your rule."
With that, Hoytt turns and lumbers away, offering a reassuring cheek rub to Mavrik as he passes. The others, still left a little speechless, fix their gaze onto the cub.
Rez feels his chest begin to swell. He's used to eyes on him, sure; but this time it's different. It's...empowering. He twitches his little tail excitedly, glancing around at his pridemates. His pride, he thinks. The thought makes him smile.
After a bit of silent gloating, he turns to trot back to his mom, who ushers him against herself with her paw quickly. Gloam shoots the others a sympathetic smile as she walks away, the little felis cub already yapping her poor ears off. The rest of the pride glance around at one another a bit.
Mavrik is the first to walk away. The others follow suit.

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