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"•̩̩͙❅。˚𓄿˚。❅*̩̩͙‧͙"

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Lion Stats
Experience
0 / 100 (0%)
Level 1
Strength 70 Speed 82
Stamina 84 Smarts 90
Agility 83 Skill 11
Total Stats: 420


Lion Currents
Age 4 years old
Hunger
47%
Mood
51%
Sex Male
Personality
Heartless (Evil)
Breeding Info
Father .*Antikrist*. (Deceased) Mother Kaisarion (Deceased) View Full Heritage
Last Bred N/A Fertility N/A View All Cubs Bred (0)
Appearance Markings
Base Seer (Tan Skin) Slot 1: White Unders (60%) Tier 1
Slot 2: Chert Panther (20%) Tier 2
Slot 5: Feline 8 Lilac (3%) Tier 2
Slot 9: Scoria Panther (29%) Tier 2
Genetics Cream Dark Solid Special
Eyes Seafoam
Mane Type Barbary
Mane Color Celestial
Mutation Piebald (Tobiano)
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations

Above
Common Raven [1]
Lifetime Patrolling Results
Total Patrols 21 Total Stats Gained 37 Total Items Gained 11


Biography
⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

Foe, the third and youngest prince of Nevernore, was a monochromatic figure. His life was an endless stretch of gray, like the sky on a dreary winter's day. He was an introvert, preferring the company of books over people. At the age of three, he found himself at the center of an arranged marriage with the enemy princess, a union meant to bring peace between their two kingdoms. But something was bothering him. At night, he would hear whispers. Whispers that called to him, beckoning him into the forest. He tried to ignore them, but they grew louder and more insistent with each passing day.

The night before his wedding, Foe could no longer resist the siren song of the whispers. He slipped away from his chambers and ventured into the dark, forbidding forest. As he walked deeper into the heart of the woods, the whispers grew louder, guiding him through the dense undergrowth. The air was thick with a sense of foreboding, and Foe couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched.


As dawn broke, he stumbled upon a clearing, where a tall, terrifying figure waited for him. It was the figure from his nightmares, the one who had haunted his dreams for years. The figure began to hunt him, moving with a grace that belied its immense size. Escape seemed impossible, as the figure effortlessly tracked him through the forest. Hours turned into days, and days into weeks. Foe's body was found months later, alive but barely recognizable. His mind had been shattered, reduced to a broken fragment of what it once was.

What truly happened in the forest remained a mystery. Some believed that the figure was a demon, sent to punish Foe for his betrayal. Others claimed that it was a manifestation of Foe's own guilt and fears, a twisted reflection of his tormented soul. Still, others insisted that it was the vengeful spirit of an ancient ruler, seeking to reclaim their throne.

Either way, Insanity had found him and there was no escape

⠀⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

•̩̩͙❅。˚☠︎˚。❅*̩̩͙‧͙

🕯️👥♟️📺♛🗡
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