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View ˚Lyca˚'s Pride

˚Lyca˚

Lion Stats
Experience	2128 / 2750 (77%)
Level	6
Strength	120	Speed	111
Stamina	102	Smarts	99
Agility	111	Skill	24
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	567

Lion Currents
Age	6 years, 6 months old
Hunger	0%
Energy	100 / 100
Impression	Slightly Impressive
Personality	Forgiving (Good)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Lady Lilac	Mother	Comet	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	N/A	Fertility	N/A	View All Cubs Bred (0)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Ruddy (Red Skin)	Slot 5: Gold Blaze (1%) Tier 0 Slot 6: Dawn Lace (20%) Tier 3 Slot 7: Hoarfrost Feline (21%) Tier 3 Slot 9: Lycaon Scarce Noctis (57%) Tier 3 Slot 10: Saffron Vesture (36%) Tier 1
Genetics	Red Dark Countershaded Common
Eyes	Ice
Mane Type	Crested
Mane Color	Cotton Candy
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Akhet Above Fresh Bandages [Front] Scar: Shoulder Tigers Eye Scar: Neck Event Scar: Ripped Lip Hieroglyph Bracelets Turquoise Bracelet Claw Extensions [Gold]

Lifetime
Attacks Defended	0	Explore Steps Taken	1133	NPCs Defeated	100
Lions Sent Away	0	Lions Killed	0

Studding Services
This male lion is offering studding services, for a price of 125 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.

Studding Services

This male lion is offering studding services, for a price of 125 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
Lyca circles the old king. His bones and grown weary, and his skin had gone soft with age. His hollow eyes saw only destruction and an ill mind with age. Blood cloaked the old king like flies to a dead gazelle, and Lyca was finally done with his menace. He wasn't naive, he knew of course what it to live in such a deadly terrain as their mountains. He had grown up here, sitting under the sun bleached tree his mother sat on. He sat with all of his sisters, and half sisters. He had watched their king descend into solemness, no longer bravely cruel, nor quiet with wisdom. He was mourning something, perhaps himself. Lyca reaches forward with his gilded claws. "It's time, Aquila. Your time is up." He mreows. The old lion looks up at him, and with a guttural sigh he creaks up to his paws. He looks down at his, former sub male. -You challenge me for kingdom?" He croaks. Lyca's nostrils flare with pride. "Yes. I challenge your reign. We can either duel, or you can step off the cliff." Lyca says. The other lions in the pride share glances. Did anyone want to chant for this death? No. The old lion gives in, he nods. "Walk me to the cliff child." The drop down makes Lyca's stomach sick. Still, they were painted brown most of the rocks with lifetimes of sacrifice of blood. Aquila speaks in his ragged voice. "Listen kid.. if I was younger I would have thrown you off without a word, If i was perhaps even younger I would have taken you down with me. But I'm tired.." He looks to the new king, and gives him a reassuring lap on his cheek. Lyca hadn't even realized the way his face looked. "Right." Aquila takes a sigh. "Keep living well kid, don't let time slow you." He leans forward and-- Lyca looks away, his ears deaf to the crash below. The lions and lionesses of his pride swarm him. His mother his proud. His sisters nudge him encouragingly. His friend and omen seer light heartedly predicts that he's about to have "a bomb life"

Biography

Lyca circles the old king. His bones and grown weary, and his skin had gone soft with age. His hollow eyes saw only destruction and an ill mind with age. Blood cloaked the old king like flies to a dead gazelle, and Lyca was finally done with his menace.
He wasn't naive, he knew of course what it to live in such a deadly terrain as their mountains.
He had grown up here, sitting under the sun bleached tree his mother sat on. He sat with all of his sisters, and half sisters.
He had watched their king descend into solemness, no longer bravely cruel, nor quiet with wisdom. He was mourning something, perhaps himself.
Lyca reaches forward with his gilded claws. "It's time, Aquila. Your time is up." He mreows.
The old lion looks up at him, and with a guttural sigh he creaks up to his paws. He looks down at his, former sub male.
-You challenge me for kingdom?" He croaks.
Lyca's nostrils flare with pride. "Yes. I challenge your reign. We can either duel, or you can step off the cliff." Lyca says. The other lions in the pride share glances. Did anyone want to chant for this death? No.
The old lion gives in, he nods. "Walk me to the cliff child."

The drop down makes Lyca's stomach sick. Still, they were painted brown most of the rocks with lifetimes of sacrifice of blood. Aquila speaks in his ragged voice. "Listen kid.. if I was younger I would have thrown you off without a word, If i was perhaps even younger I would have taken you down with me. But I'm tired.." He looks to the new king, and gives him a reassuring lap on his cheek. Lyca hadn't even realized the way his face looked. "Right."
Aquila takes a sigh. "Keep living well kid, don't let time slow you."
He leans forward and-- Lyca looks away, his ears deaf to the crash below.
The lions and lionesses of his pride swarm him.
His mother his proud.
His sisters nudge him encouragingly.
His friend and omen seer light heartedly predicts that he's about to have "a bomb life"

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