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• Ember Rose

dwarf | prophet"

This lion is immortal! It will not age or get hungry.

Appearance		Markings
Base	Unholy (Black Skin)	Slot 1: White Beard (99%) Tier 1 Slot 4: Ivory Bottom (100%) Tier 3 Slot 5: White Panther (75%) Tier 3 Slot 7: Ivory Lace (100%) Tier 3 Slot 8: Celestial Speckles (100%) Tier 3 Slot 9: Onyx Smudge (100%) Tier 1 Slot 10: Under White 4 (100%) Tier 0
Genetics	Red Dark Countershaded Special
Eyes	Starshine
Mane Type	Normal
Mane Color	Ice
Mutation	Dwarfism
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Night Time Above Cold Breath Peachy Roses (Dwarfism)Custom Decor Scar: Hind Leg Right Scar: Short Left Eye Scar: Side Below Lion Spirit

Biography
\| Name \| Ember Rose \| Gender \| Female \| Role \| Prophet \| Story \| -°- Being born different is scary, and most times even fatal but what you arent told is being born different is also a blessing and a gift. Ember was born under the stars to a full moon. The moment she arrived into this world it was apparent she was different, with her small legs and bizarre face but still her mother loved her and thought no different of her then any of her other cubs. He father truly believed she was just small and told others she would grow, and grow ember waited for. And waited for. And waited for. As her second year approached and the other lionesses her age stood twice as tall she knew she would never grow to be as tall, or as strong, or as fast. Angered by this fact of never being useful to her pride the small lioness ventured out on her own into the great plains that is the Savanah with only her shadow to keep her company. With the threat of being small and alone lingering youd think Ember would have been afraid, however her venture from home had enlightened her. Seeing the great plains and vast rivers and dense jungles had shown her that everyone was small compared to the land around them. Little didnt ember know as she trekked her journey through much of Africa she was being followed, rather closely, by a shaman who had become increasingly interested in the small lion and her journeys. As a full moon rose one star filled night the shaman approached Ember as she slept and sat down across from her against the trunk of a baobab tree. Ember rose her muzzle and looked at the human. It wasnt the first that she had seen but it was the first that had ever attempted to approach her. The human reached out and gently touched her thumb to Embers head. Ember laid there, curious by this human yet not at all afraid. The shaman reached into a buckskin bag and pulled out a chain which attached to it pale colored flowers and thick hide. She lifted it above the lionesses head and put it around her neck. After spending several hours with the lioness the shaman rose from her place and smiled gently before making her way through the long golden grass. Ember quickly drifted back to slept with dreams of lions, humans, flowers and even fire consuming her.

Biography

| Name |
Ember Rose
| Gender |
Female
| Role |
Prophet
| Story |
-°-
Being born different is scary, and most times even fatal but what you arent told is being born different is also a blessing and a gift. Ember was born under the stars to a full moon. The moment she arrived into this world it was apparent she was different, with her small legs and bizarre face but still her mother loved her and thought no different of her then any of her other cubs. He father truly believed she was just small and told others she would grow, and grow ember waited for. And waited for. And waited for. As her second year approached and the other lionesses her age stood twice as tall she knew she would never grow to be as tall, or as strong, or as fast.
Angered by this fact of never being useful to her pride the small lioness ventured out on her own into the great plains that is the Savanah with only her shadow to keep her company.
With the threat of being small and alone lingering youd think Ember would have been afraid, however her venture from home had enlightened her. Seeing the great plains and vast rivers and dense jungles had shown her that everyone was small compared to the land around them.
Little didnt ember know as she trekked her journey through much of Africa she was being followed, rather closely, by a shaman who had become increasingly interested in the small lion and her journeys.
As a full moon rose one star filled night the shaman approached Ember as she slept and sat down across from her against the trunk of a baobab tree. Ember rose her muzzle and looked at the human. It wasnt the first that she had seen but it was the first that had ever attempted to approach her. The human reached out and gently touched her thumb to Embers head.
Ember laid there, curious by this human yet not at all afraid. The shaman reached into a buckskin bag and pulled out a chain which attached to it pale colored flowers and thick hide. She lifted it above the lionesses head and put it around her neck.
After spending several hours with the lioness the shaman rose from her place and smiled gently before making her way through the long golden grass. Ember quickly drifted back to slept with dreams of lions, humans, flowers and even fire consuming her.

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