#794213813490
Belongs to 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝's Pride
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Viva La Vida

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 7 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	23	Speed	18
Stamina	27	Smarts	25
Agility	28	Skill	18
Total Stats:		139

Lion Currents
Age	7 years, 3 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	90%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Distrustful (Evil)

Breeding Info
Father	Unknown	Mother	Unknown	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	16 days ago	Fertility	Low (65%)	View All Cubs Bred (2)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Liver (Dark Brown Skin)	Slot 1: Dim Noctis (76%) Tier 2 Slot 2: Leonid Undershine (39%) Tier 3 Slot 3: Leonid Coat (80%) Tier 3 Slot 4: Scoundrel Inverted Brawl (61%) Tier 3 Slot 5: Scoundrel Pelage (66%) Tier 3 Slot 6: Scoundrel Undersides (58%) Tier 3 Slot 7: Scoundrel Feline (75%) Tier 3 Slot 9: Silky Inverted Shaded Rosette (71%) Tier 4
Genetics	Black Medium Solid Common
Eyes	Pink
Mane Type	Savage
Mane Color	Ebony
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

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Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	0	Successful Hunts	0	Success Rate	0%

Biography
I used to rule the world Seas would rise when I gave the word Now in the morning I sleep alone Sweep the streets I used to own I used to roll the dice Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes Listened as the crowd would sing, "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!" One minute I held the key Next the walls were closed on me And I discovered that my castles stand Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing Roman cavalry choirs are singing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain Once you'd gone there was never Never an honest word And that was when I ruled the world It was a wicked and wild wind Blew down the doors to let me in Shattered windows and the sound of drums People couldn't believe what I'd become Revolutionaries wait For my head on a silver plate Just a puppet on a lonely string Oh who would ever want to be king? I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing Roman cavalry choirs are singing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain I know St. Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled the world Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing Roman cavalry choirs are singing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain I know St. Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled the world

Biography

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listened as the crowd would sing,
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you'd gone there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world

It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St. Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St. Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

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