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Belongs to King Grullo III's Former Pride

Duchess Comet

Lion Stats
Experience	954 / 8910 (10%)
Level	10
Strength	147	Speed	159
Stamina	113	Smarts	126
Agility	128	Skill	15
Total Stats:		688

Lion Currents
Age	15 years, 3 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Stubborn (Snarky)

Breeding Info
Father	King Grullo II (Deceased)	Mother	Duchess Fiona (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	22 days ago	Fertility	Very Low (18%)	View All Cubs Bred (1)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Eggshell (Gray Skin)	Slot 1: Ivory Unders (51%) Tier 3 Slot 3: Ice Undershine (71%) Tier 3 Slot 4: Cloudburst Brindle (51%) Tier 3 Slot 7: Silver Blaze (44%) Tier 1 Slot 9: Feline 3 Onyx (83%) Tier 2 Slot 10: Chocolate Dorsum (81%) Tier 1 This lion has 1 marking hidden on the following slot: 13
Genetics	Black Light Solid Common
Eyes	Green
Mane Type	Savage
Mane Color	Sidereal
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Chimanimani Mountains Above Rabbit Fur Cloak Saker Falcon Secretary Bird Feather Decor

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	71	Successful Hunts	71	Success Rate	100%

Biography
Comet duchess The colors of her pelt are strangely soothing, reminding you of a misty mountainside... Unfortunately, Comet herself is far from "soothing." She is charming, you'll give her that; she chatters amiably as you're guided through the rockier part of the pride's marsh, yet still hears every little thing around her. Sharp as a whip, you'd wager. Then you make an off comment about something trivial -- the hares will be out soon, something like that -- and she whirls around to correct you, insisting it is far too early in the season, and that in her own territory, she would know. Whelp.

Biography

Comet
duchess

The colors of her pelt are strangely soothing, reminding you of a misty mountainside... Unfortunately, Comet herself is far from "soothing." She is charming, you'll give her that; she chatters amiably as you're guided through the rockier part of the pride's marsh, yet still hears every little thing around her. Sharp as a whip, you'd wager. Then you make an off comment about something trivial -- the hares will be out soon, something like that -- and she whirls around to correct you, insisting it is far too early in the season, and that in her own territory, she would know. Whelp.

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