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Cursed Gladden

Lion Stats
Experience	12469 / 18590 (67%)
Level	14
Strength	80	Speed	63
Stamina	56	Smarts	91
Agility	42	Skill	19
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	351

Lion Currents
Age	7 years, 1 month old
Hunger	30%
Energy	100 / 100
Impression	Dreamboat
Personality	Candid (Kind)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Unknown	Mother	Unknown	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	N/A	Fertility	N/A	View All Cubs Bred (4)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Shard (Dudley Skin)	Slot 3: White Blaze (81%) Tier 0 Slot 4: Wicked Proteles Heavy (60%) Tier 3 Slot 5: Unholy Brindle (70%) Tier 3
Genetics	Black Dark Countershaded Special
Eyes	Vile
Mane Type	Hellraiser
Mane Color	Shard
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Above Chain [Silver] Rabies Rakshasa Teeth Scar: Shoulder Scar: White Eye Right Shiny Rock Septum Ring [Yellow] Antler Tip Necklace Common Raven [1]

Lifetime
Attacks Defended	1	Explore Steps Taken	7965	NPCs Defeated	465
Lions Sent Away	0	Lions Killed	30

Biography
The den stinks like rot, the air is moist, a lingering wetness to it you can't place the source of. A figure stirs in the very back, hunched over. It moves strangely, like it has no control over its movements, it's body spasming wildly. It steps into the lighter part of the cave, its strange gait settinf your hairs on end. Its a lion, his fur is scraggly and greasy, like it hasn't been groomed in ages. his one eye is wide, wild and full of rage, the other stares unseeing into the distance. The most horrifying part though is his open, panting, mouth. fangs curled in a strange shape and foam dripping onto the floor from where it gathers on his chin. Its evident now that the rotten smell is coming from him, his sickly body barely holding up, and as he steps closer, tensing as if to lunge, you turn tail and flee the den as fast as possible, not turning back to look at the sickly, rabid lion behind you.

Biography

The den stinks like rot, the air is moist, a lingering wetness to it you can't place the source of. A figure stirs in the very back, hunched over. It moves strangely, like it has no control over its movements, it's body spasming wildly.

It steps into the lighter part of the cave, its strange gait settinf your hairs on end.

Its a lion, his fur is scraggly and greasy, like it hasn't been groomed in ages. his one eye is wide, wild and full of rage, the other stares unseeing into the distance.

The most horrifying part though is his open, panting, mouth. fangs curled in a strange shape and foam dripping onto the floor from where it gathers on his chin.

Its evident now that the rotten smell is coming from him, his sickly body barely holding up, and as he steps closer, tensing as if to lunge, you turn tail and flee the den as fast as possible, not turning back to look at the sickly, rabid lion behind you.

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