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Voslaarum

Lion Stats
Experience	3312 / 5390 (61%)
Level	8
Strength	68	Speed	72
Stamina	54	Smarts	70
Agility	53	Skill	21
Total Stats:		338

Lion Currents
Age	6 years, 3 months old
Hunger	25%
Energy	100 / 100
Impression	Extremely Impressive
Personality	Fatherly (Kind)

Breeding Info
Father	𝐸𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑎 (Deceased)	Mother	give awya (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	N/A	Fertility	N/A	View All Cubs Bred (12)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Sha (White Skin)	Slot 1: Ardor Shepherd (57%) Tier 3 Slot 5: Noctis Soft Rosette (100%) Tier 4 Slot 9: Ebony Heavy Rosette (100%) Tier 4 Slot 10: White Facial 1 (100%) Tier 1
Genetics	Red Dark Solid Special
Eyes	Dawn
Mane Type	Royal
Mane Color	Merlot
Mutation	Piebald (Cracked)
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Magic Hour Above African Flower Ornaments [Watsonia] Tigers Eye Flower Crown [Cape Strawflower] Hesperantha Jewelry: Opal Adornment Mossy Rocks Below [S] Sugarbush [S] Natal Bottlebrush

Lifetime
Attacks Defended	20	Explore Steps Taken	2509	NPCs Defeated	101
Lions Sent Away	0	Lions Killed	0

Studding Services
This male lion is offering studding services, for a price of 1 GB OR 100 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 100 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
Born 2/5/2021 from a 1 cub litter w/ crunchy ty you were the first clone of Vulthuryol <3 mut replaced shortly after being kinged [LOOK A STORY] Voslaarum was a special cub. Born from two demons, praised for his looks. He'd hear it all the time; "You look just like Valerie!" "Such beautiful markings!" "He'll make a fine king one day." But he wasn't very interested in all of that. He wasn't cursed to be a demon; nor blessed to be an angel. He was just a normal lion but shared his looks with a devil. Vos never cared about his markings, or how his fur shined in the evenings, or how his eyes gazed through souls. He never cared about how strong he was, or if he'd make a good leader. All he wanted was to be alone and at peace. His parents respected that; he was never a social kid. He would shy away from the other cubs and would rather play with a cool stick he found. That was fine, he was happy. He had never grown much bigger than an adolescent. He grew tired of the constant comments. "You need to eat more!" His old broodmother would whine. "You'll ruin that pretty coat of yours." But he couldn't help it. It was just who he was. So, once old enough, he decided to say goodbye to his pride and traveled to new lands. He never went far, but he was able to get his peace and quiet. He enjoyed the ancient forest and all of it's animals and sights it had hidden within it. Best of all; he was by himself. Though, that didn't last long, either. Word got out of a new king in town. Lonely lionesses and curious cubs traveled from all over to visit. Vos was overwhelmed by all these new people; he couldn't just turn them down each time. He took them in, one by one. Abandoned cubs, lonesome mothers, and brave submales. All of them were welcomed to his little home. It didn't take long for him to settle. He realized he had missed his rambunctious home-pride. He enjoyed the sounds of playful cubs, and the scoldings of mothers. He had a new family, now. And he wouldn't even trade it for the quietest patch in the world.

Biography

Born 2/5/2021 from a 1 cub litter w/ crunchy
ty you were the first clone of Vulthuryol <3
mut replaced shortly after being kinged

[LOOK A STORY]

Voslaarum was a special cub. Born from two demons, praised for his looks. He'd hear it all the time; "You look just like Valerie!" "Such beautiful markings!" "He'll make a fine king one day."
But he wasn't very interested in all of that. He wasn't cursed to be a demon; nor blessed to be an angel. He was just a normal lion but shared his looks with a devil.

Vos never cared about his markings, or how his fur shined in the evenings, or how his eyes gazed through souls. He never cared about how strong he was, or if he'd make a good leader. All he wanted was to be alone and at peace.
His parents respected that; he was never a social kid. He would shy away from the other cubs and would rather play with a cool stick he found. That was fine, he was happy.

He had never grown much bigger than an adolescent. He grew tired of the constant comments. "You need to eat more!" His old broodmother would whine. "You'll ruin that pretty coat of yours." But he couldn't help it. It was just who he was.

So, once old enough, he decided to say goodbye to his pride and traveled to new lands. He never went far, but he was able to get his peace and quiet. He enjoyed the ancient forest and all of it's animals and sights it had hidden within it. Best of all; he was by himself.
Though, that didn't last long, either.

Word got out of a new king in town. Lonely lionesses and curious cubs traveled from all over to visit. Vos was overwhelmed by all these new people; he couldn't just turn them down each time.
He took them in, one by one. Abandoned cubs, lonesome mothers, and brave submales. All of them were welcomed to his little home.

It didn't take long for him to settle. He realized he had missed his rambunctious home-pride. He enjoyed the sounds of playful cubs, and the scoldings of mothers.
He had a new family, now. And he wouldn't even trade it for the quietest patch in the world.

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