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Bearmace, the Deathlord of the Jungle

Lion Stats
Experience
10160 / 13310 (76%)
Level 12
Strength 59 Speed 66
Stamina 47 Smarts 98
Agility 36 Skill 13
Born With: Unknown Total Stats: 319
Lion Currents
Age 4 years, 3 months old
Hunger
0%
Energy 70 / 100
Impression
Dreamboat
Pose Default
Personality
Mysterious (Neutral)

Adult Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 17.307692307692%
Elder Stage 0%
Breeding Info
Father Unknown Mother Unknown View Full Heritage
Last Bred N/A Fertility N/A View All Cubs Bred (5)
Appearance Markings
Base Camel (Butterfly Skin) Slot 1: White Marozi (100%) Tier 1
Slot 2: Fallow Cloud (100%) Tier 1
Slot 3: Clay Hair Band (25%) Tier 1
Slot 4: Dark Brown Grit (60%) Tier 1
Slot 5: White Luster (70%) Tier 1
Slot 6: Under Golden 4 (30%) Tier 0
Slot 7: White Dilution (100%) Tier 1
Slot 8: Leg Banding Black (60%) Tier 1
Slot 9: White Ends (60%) Tier 1
Genetics Cream Medium Solid Common
Eyes Cucumber
Mane Type Wavy
Mane Color Vanilla
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
Bloodbath

Above
Divine Sparkles
Gentle Chains [Silver]
Horse Skull Bodywear
Sun-Dried Cow Head
Lucky Rabbit Foot Necklace
Deathly Headwear
Lifetime
Attacks Defended 2 Explore Steps Taken 8576 NPCs Defeated 79
Lions Sent Away 2 Lions Killed 265
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
Wandering through unfamiliar territory, the storm rages overhead, thunder snarling across the sky as lightning splits the darkness. Then, you see him—a lone male lion standing in the downpour, the rain struggling to wash away the blood clinging to his fur. Bearmace lifts a paw, dragging his tongue slowly across the crimson-stained flesh, his eyes hooded with satisfaction, a silent warning to anything that dares approach. Even drenched in rain and gore, he looks like death itself—merciless, untouchable, and waiting for his next kill.





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