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Queen Mars

Lion Stats
Experience	14288 / 15840 (90%)
Level	13
Strength	105	Speed	89
Stamina	79	Smarts	111
Agility	83	Skill	18
Total Stats:		485

Lion Currents
Age	11 years, 9 months old
Hunger	20%
Energy	100 / 100
Impression	Dreamboat
Personality	Fatherly (Kind)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Ingine (Deceased)	Mother	Newly Claimed Lioness (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	N/A	Fertility	N/A	View All Cubs Bred (14)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Brimstone (Dark Brown Skin)	Slot 1: Chocolate Paw Spotting (31%) Tier 1 Slot 2: Shell Facial 1 (33%) Tier 1 Slot 3: Under Golden 5 (31%) Tier 0 Slot 4: Fallow Undercoat (31%) Tier 1 Slot 5: Dark Brown Vesture (17%) Tier 0 Slot 6: Classic Half Royal (13%) Tier 0 Slot 7: Cimmerian Paw Carving (59%) Tier 1 Slot 8: Scoria Paws (76%) Tier 0 Slot 9: Chocolate Quarter Spotting (53%) Tier 1 Slot 10: Silky Underfur (57%) Tier 1
Genetics	Red Medium Countershaded Special
Eyes	Olive
Mane Type	Razor
Mane Color	Supernal
Mutation	Primal
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Golden Water Above Hoopoe Feather Decor Krampus Horns Guernsey Lily [1]

Lifetime
Attacks Defended	8	Explore Steps Taken	13152	NPCs Defeated	348
Lions Sent Away	20	Lions Killed	41

Studding Services
This male lion is offering studding services, for a price of 1 GB OR 250 SB. Lionesses must have a minimum of 1% fertility to breed. This male lion has 15/15 studding slots left open this week. * Selecting an item to send with the request will remove the item from your hoard and apply it to the stud if your request is accepted. If your request is removed or denied for any reason the item will be returned to you. Multiple items can be sent at the same time providing they do not cancel each other out in their effects. * Breeding to a mutated stud does not affect your chances of conceiving a mutated cub unless the stud is a variation of piebald or primal.

Studding Services

This male lion is offering studding services, for a price of 1 GB OR 250 SB. Lionesses must have a minimum of 1% fertility to breed.

This male lion has 15/15 studding slots left open this week.

* Selecting an item to send with the request will remove the item from your hoard and apply it to the stud if your request is accepted. If your request is removed or denied for any reason the item will be returned to you. Multiple items can be sent at the same time providing they do not cancel each other out in their effects.

* Breeding to a mutated stud does not affect your chances of conceiving a mutated cub unless the stud is a variation of piebald or primal.

Biography
you are running. you cannot remember from what. but you hear screams, roars, wails, screeches of terror and fear. the air is hot and thick, and it burns to breathe in. the acrid reek of flames burning flesh singe your nose, and you choke and sputter trying to draw breath. eyes watering, you run blindly around, turning on your heels when you feel your fur singe. you hear them calling you, yelling above the fumes. you see some of them in the trees, desperately trying to guide you. you don't remember what happened, or how everything went wrong. while running, your paws give way to empty air, stomach lurching up to make you feel sick as you fall. the world is a black void. you wake, cool water soaking you to the bone. your limbs feel heavy as piles of stones, and you cough to soothe the itchy tickle of your throat. droplets of rain begin to fall onto you, looking up to light spilling in through a gaping maw above you. the clouds are black, and the water feels good where the fire ripped the fur from your flesh. fire... an inferno. a lion, no, a lioness with fangs bigger than you had ever seen, and a pelt the color of cinder and flame. your shaman had seen it in the stars sunrises and sunsets ago, but she came in the night. you remember the deep green eyes, the color of the vegetation that curled and smoked under her wrath. you weep, remembering the screams of cubs and mothers, hoping they had made it out and not suffered your fate to fall through into this cave. you heave, and wail, crying like a cub, until..(link to my main, look at her bio ;))

Biography

you are running. you cannot remember from what. but you hear screams, roars, wails, screeches of terror and fear. the air is hot and thick, and it burns to breathe in. the acrid reek of flames burning flesh singe your nose, and you choke and sputter trying to draw breath. eyes watering, you run blindly around, turning on your heels when you feel your fur singe. you hear them calling you, yelling above the fumes. you see some of them in the trees, desperately trying to guide you. you don't remember what happened, or how everything went wrong. while running, your paws give way to empty air, stomach lurching up to make you feel sick as you fall.

the world is a black void.

you wake, cool water soaking you to the bone. your limbs feel heavy as piles of stones, and you cough to soothe the itchy tickle of your throat. droplets of rain begin to fall onto you, looking up to light spilling in through a gaping maw above you. the clouds are black, and the water feels good where the fire ripped the fur from your flesh. fire...

an inferno. a lion, no, a lioness with fangs bigger than you had ever seen, and a pelt the color of cinder and flame. your shaman had seen it in the stars sunrises and sunsets ago, but she came in the night. you remember the deep green eyes, the color of the vegetation that curled and smoked under her wrath. you weep, remembering the screams of cubs and mothers, hoping they had made it out and not suffered your fate to fall through into this cave.

you heave, and wail, crying like a cub, until..(link to my main, look at her bio ;))

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