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✦ 𝓛𝒾𝒷𝒷𝓎

"𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍"

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This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 10 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	10650 / 13310 (80%)
Level	12
Strength	213	Speed	139
Stamina	135	Smarts	172
Agility	154	Skill	1
Total Stats:		814

Lion Currents
Age	8 years old
Hunger	40%
Mood	80%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Proud (Good)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	✧˖°.𝓔𝓿𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮.°˖✧ (Deceased)	Mother	CRB (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	13 days ago	Fertility	Low (68%)	View All Cubs Bred (2)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Chatoyant (Marbled Skin)	Slot 6: Henna Tail (84%) Tier 0 Slot 8: Brown Cowl (60%) Tier 0
Genetics	Golden Dark Solid Special
Eyes	Cosmic
Mane Type	Scarce
Mane Color	Styx
Mutation	Mane Silky
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
A Walk on the Beach Above Event Scar: Heart Eye of the Youth Faux Atlas Mane [Sahara] Cat's Whiskers Christmas Rose Garland Albino Feline Wings [Top] Lost Human Cub [GE - Himalaya] Sacred Lotus Aging Arabian Wolf Below Albino Feline Wings [Bottom]

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

Biography
[In the Shadow of Loss] In the shadow of loss, I mourn the day when you slipped from my grasp, a wilted rose, your laughter now silenced, your touch gone cold. I search for you in the whispering wind, in the echo of empty rooms, but find only memories etched in sorrow. Your absence, a haunting refrain, a melody of grief that sears my soul. I trace the lines of your absence, your absence, a haunting refrain, a melody of grief that sears my soul. But find only memories etched in sorrow. In the echo of empty rooms, I search for you in the whispering wind, your laughter now silenced, your touch gone cold. When you slipped from my grasp, a wilted rose, in the shadow of loss, I mourn the day. [Poem by #265692]

Biography

[In the Shadow of Loss]

In the shadow of loss, I mourn the day
when you slipped from my grasp, a wilted rose,
your laughter now silenced, your touch gone cold.
I search for you in the whispering wind,
in the echo of empty rooms,
but find only memories etched in sorrow.
Your absence, a haunting refrain,
a melody of grief that sears my soul.

I trace the lines of your absence,
your absence, a haunting refrain,
a melody of grief that sears my soul.
But find only memories etched in sorrow.
In the echo of empty rooms,
I search for you in the whispering wind,
your laughter now silenced, your touch gone cold.
When you slipped from my grasp, a wilted rose,
in the shadow of loss, I mourn the day.

[Poem by #265692]

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