I would love her, she is absolutely stunning! https://www.lioden.com/lion.php?id=794125233640
AKA: Boost Vit 3 | Piebald Svelte |

The savanna is touched by a golden ray of sunset, bathing the cream colored grasses in light as they swim and dance under the breeze’s gentle touch. A gemsbok with an injured foreleg grazes quietly among the peaceful landscape, unbothered by a warbler calling softly nearby. The grasses are touched with a dark henna in some spots, most likely the coarse dirt showing through the thin first layers of grass but something sticks out, a shimmer. It could be missed in a blink but a reflected shimmer of the sun was clearly visible from a speck of green amongst the grass, buried in a patch of dirt. The gemsbok was lucky enough to have it’s head up at the right moment, staring at the grassy spot that it came from and frozen with grass still in it’s mouth. As if suddenly making up it’s mind the gemsbok bucks and begins to bolt, limping terribly with it’s foreleg but it doesn’t even get a heratbeat of a head start before a large lioness erupts from the grass and sends a shimmer of reaction down the field as golden waves radiate from her. She leaps without wasting any time, catching up with a single stride and rearing up to grab the gemsbok’s hindquarters in her massive paws, her claws holding it firm as it bucks. This lioness isn’t alone for long before her sisters join her, one leaping onto it’s back and one grabbing it’s throat before it topples to the ground and they quickly finish it off.
The first lioness, a magnificent lady with svelte piebald, takes a step back and is suddenly tackled by an adolescent. She snarls with surprise but recedes to smiling with amusement as she gently bats her younger sister on the cheek. “Oh wow, did you see that? You were like, ‘rawr!’ And then we were like ‘grr!’ And then we got it, all because of you!”
The lioness pushed off the youngster gently.
“Please, I’m flattered but it was injured, it’s no great feat.” Refusing to accept it as her own kill despite her many other sisters rubbing against her with encouragement, they carried the gemsbok home in their jaws back to their pride with the young cubs, leaving just the savanna dancing in the golden light and the warbler singing the world to rest.

Thank you for your time if you made it this far <3

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i love maltese pie svelte!
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cubs play happily while a fuchsia queen sets out into the heat, hoping to take in lions from the heat to the pride. her strides ar long and confident, and she keeps her ears perked. she comes across a folded ears, welcoming her into her caring home.
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she's been wandering for hours, desperate to save those who've lost hope. the water root she's been carrying feels heavier than normal now. she finally comes across a lioness. a gorgeous one at that, her piebald mutation giving her a unique shine. she looks thirsty, so the gentle queen lays down the water root, which is taken gratefully. offering a home, she grooms the lioness for a moment. they soon begin their journey home, a patches lioness, a piebald lioness, and a lioness with folded ears made a unique silhouette in the setting sun.

[edit: oops spelling mistake]

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Pie svelt!
I have no side account to don't worry!


On his usual patrol of the territory, Lexxelmie decided to go to the water hole and take a rest for a bit. On his way their a lone lioness seemed to be striding the same way as him seemingly thirsty from the seasons drought. The male lion could easily defeat her.... If he wanted, but something was different... Though she was obviously exhausted her fur shone like the mist that gathers in the sunrise filled sky after a night of storms. The way her perfect eyes shone with Determination was inspiring. Only Apedemak knows how much those eyes looked like the blades of grass that tickled Lexxelmie's chin in the morning. And those Patches! Don't even get him started. They looked as though clouds were covering her majestic body. He sighed and slowly made his way towards her, fluffing up his majestic mane, ready to greet her and possibly claim her.

As he stalked up to her in a careful approach the female whipped her head around and snarled obviously distrusting. She swung her tail in irritation and huffed.
"What do you want? I'm not in heat you know!" She growled and scoffed. Lexxelmie was taken aback by her attitude... But he liked it.. He smiled and purred.
"I know, I know, I just honestly had to tell you how beautiful and stunning you are... I can see the soft grass of the plains in your eyes". He smiled and lashed his tail to show his impressive fur. The female backed up a little and sniffed, doubtful... That wasn't good...
" oh yeah? That's a cheesy line for you. I've heard of you Lexxelmie. Font act like im dumb... Murderer of lions, King of Hell, even, Deathlord of our lands! I've heard it all... What do you want?" She snarled. Lexxelmie inwarldly cursed at himself.
" well that is true... But I swear if you some by my pride you be well taken care of Darling! I swear... Please just consider it..." He pleaded, god he felt pitiful...
" hmmmmm. Maybe.. See you maybe lexxelmie." She giggled quite... Evily and dragged her tail under his chin and staled away...
Lexxelmie didn't need a drink anymore... He already had a tall glass of water!.

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Oops srry ignore this

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I would love one of each mane lionesses the young ones please
If any of those are gone I'll go with a achromia baby or lionesses achromia 6 the blind lionesses patches Foldie baby svelte (are in order from the ones I want to the least ig)
Mainly females please

He struts up to the den naming the cubs and lionesses he wants. "I choose u all" he says."Our pride would love u all to join us" He stands proudly before siting and waiting for a response.One of the lionesses approach the lucky chosen lions."Hello, I am Charlotte" She gives a Smile. "I am one of the lionesses in the pride and i am the best hunter". "If u choose to come then that's great! " she says."We welcome all and u will live till the end with us and breed to continue and spread either beauty mutation or markings to your offspring and next generation while u are with us".A second lion happily Approaches but this time it's a cub?."Hello!, I am PopTart!" He says."I will one day become a great king or a submale to help my king!"."I hope u join us we love the company the more the Better!" He says happily bouncing around."Our king may not be nice most of the time but he is great!"."I'm currently looking for a home but I will come visit when the right home is found" I hope to see u guys there when I do!". He runs up to the Foldie cub and starts playing with her ears and play fighting."I like u :D!, Hope u choose to come!".He then runs up to the fuzzy lionesses and cuddles up to her fur."Ah I like your fur so fuzzy I can just sleep here" he says
Mins later he falls asleep.Asvarii walk to the lionesses Apologies for the cubs picks it up and gives it to the broodmother of his pride."Goodbye tell me what u decide" He walks away into the distance.

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Heh. Sorry. Open ended forum posting is still weird for me. Sorry if I offended.

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You're fine, the person whom I was (mostly) reprimanding has deleted their post in which they had made no effort at all, just stated the lion they wanted. ^^;

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Oh I see. I just saw your post immediately following mine, and thought I did something wrong.

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I'm applying for Morrigan: https://www.lioden.com/lion.php?id=794122102372

(I've been told that I've got an odd writing style, especially when it comes to animal characters. So, you've been warned. :P)

The hours long after midnight were neither serene nor tranquil, no matter what dreamers and poets claimed. The late-night sky was an expanse of tattered black velvet, strewn with countless counterfeit diamonds; their centerpiece a dully-glowing, cracked and imperfect pearl, distant and remote, untouchable. Beneath that celestial canopy, a gentle breeze blew; its mournful song stirring grasses, rushes and debris. Cicadas lifted their voices as they awoke, joined by the nocturnal chorus of crickets and frogs. A slow, gentle drizzle descended, the droplets of summer rain splashing against the ground lending a quiet percussion to the nightly music. Though most individuals had long since drifted off to their homes and beds, willingly allowing themselves to be caught in the snare of sleep and dreams, others still drunkenly careened in groups of two or more, ignoring those who darted off toward covert meetings, or into alleys to peddle their contraband.

One individual in particular seemingly paid no mind to her surroundings; seeming to simply drift past the throngs of drunks and black market merchants as though she were just another ghost. She was completely oblivious to the stares she received: while she was no young maiden and carried her fair share of scars, the redhead was striking instead of simply beautiful. Regal and carrying herself with the kind of easy, loose-limbed, almost fluid grace that almost seemed preternatural, she could have been a Queen in another life. But her appearance wasn't the sole reason that the lady drew others' attention: her face was an unreadable mask of serenity, her eyes closed, eyelids not even fluttering as she picked her way through the not-so-silent pridelands.

They did not fully accept her- but then again, they had no reason to. When she arrived unnoticed and without announcement in their lands, they had immediately called her "Morrigan the Blind," without inquiring anything of her; the locals were strange and superstitious folk who had believed that one such as her had to be of Fae descent. Over the years, she had proven her worth as an herbalist and due to her skills, they allowed her to stay, if only on the fringe of their societies. While she had served commoner and noble alike, the only thing asked of her other than her talents had simply been to ask why she never opened her eyes. A question that she had deigned never to answer. She knew more about them than they would ever know about her.

Finally, she made her way to her shop and began to prepare for her nightly clients. Lionesses would soon seek herbal concoctions for common ailments, or perhaps charms and aphrodisiacs. Lions were simpler: they would seek out energizing potions and other tonics that would make them appear more impressive. Too many hangover remedies to count would be sold tonight as well, it was only to be expected.

At last, a "special" client wandered in; this one was like no other: tall, slender and wraith-like, as white as snow; as though life had drained all color from the young woman.

"Do you have it, blind one?"

"Of course, Ghost." Morrigan purred, reaching beneath her counter to retrieve a small vial filled with ink-dark fluid. A tiny sphere of iridecent light flashing once within its depths, before fading away. As the achromatic lioness watched, the fluid in that vial faded from night-dark to as clear as water. "Are you completely certain, then?" The herbalist inquired-- she had to be certain.

"I am." Came the achromatic Ghost's reply.

"And my payment?"

"I am prepared to give it..." Ghost's voice dropped to the faintest hissing whisper, ears flattening against her skull, "I don't understand why I must pay you before he's dead, though!"

"Once he drinks it, he will die. It will look like dehydration took him; believe me when I say that this is not my first time and ask no questions." Morrigan's voice remained calm, even flat.

"Blind trust. Things always work that way... but he's a prince!"

"And you are a princess. It would not be strange if you were found visiting his cave."

...As long as you are certain."

I am." There was no room for argument in Morrigan's tone.

"Very well, then. Collect your payment, leave our kingdom and never return!"

"With pleasure." And with that, Morrigan's voice lowered as she snarled in an ancient, profane language; syllables slithering like serpents, tendrils of smoke and ash rising to encircle Ghost's neck, writhing their way down her throat and into her nostrils; harming not flesh and bone, but finding the young lioness's life essence and slowly siphoning it.

When the herbalist had finished feasting, her eyes opened for the first time since she had joined these pridelands; wide and round, endless voids of black that seemed to devour the last remaining light. She was no demoness, though: nothing as nefarious as that, though she had just armed a princess with a potion that would slay her own brother. No, the blind Morrigan was a being so far removed from both good and evil that these lions' minds would never comprehend her motives-- she was nothing more than a living shadow.

"Go... kill him while you have the chance," Morrigan hissed as her form simply appeared to be embraced by the shadows that always seemed to drift and dance over it. It was time for her to leave; she did not want to see what would happen if Ghost was brave enough to attempt murder. No, she would take on another name, another shape-- and would find another pride to become part of, playing her role until the next opportunity to strike arose. They would never expect it- no one ever did.

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whiskered 2 uwu

A plain colored lion padded along an empty dirt trail. The night was unusually cool, the stars twinkling in the sky like bits of frost. He lifted his head, breathing in deeply for the cold, crisp air to sting his throat. He then caught a whiff of something else. The overwhelmingly strong scent of a lioness in heat. His senses immediately became more alert. The lion had only a small pride, and a lioness who could bear his cubs would be a great addition. Swiveling his head, his dark eyes, the color of flint, scanned the grassy area. They caught something. A dark shape was standing a bit away, its eyes glowing like sparkling emeralds. It was her. He allowed her to be the one to further the approach, not wanting to spook her. As she neared, her features became more apparent. Her dark pelt was.... odd. It was wispy in a way. He found this peculiar feature... exotic. The lion did not know why her pelt was like this, or where she was from, but there was one thing he did know. Soon, she would be his.

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https://www.lioden.com/lion.php?id=794127050472 Baby piebald svetle ) is so Adorable n Original UwU

As the cub wonders through the vast lands of Lioden it happens to stumble into a den.
Whispers fill the cave, ''Whos that runt?'' a female lioness says flexing her claws.
'I DesterFlower Queen of this cave command u to leave!"
Cub notices that all these lions look different from her, hearing this warning she runs off.
''Psh what even is it? a Rat?" The queen murmurs.
|Few moments later|
Demonic King of Hell Pride, walks in carrying the 'Rat'.
'Who dares chase this cub off!'
|the cave goes quite and The Queen steps forth|
"Me.'
'Dont u remember how i took u all in? Some of you young and some old and hungry. Do not judge the Unique!"
|Demonic picks up the cub and walks off to his cave where he settles the cub in and welcomes her to his pride.
"Do not deceive the name of this pride! It is pretty merciful than most dear cub<3" cub nods and looks out into the vast lands.

(Im not very creative with storys)

(its vv late for me ksksks so it looks wonky)

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baby pie sevlt 794127050472 *She sat down Looking at the sunset, Her soul felt pure The valley below her Was filled with blossoming Flowers. She looked over at you with a smile* "It's so wonderful seeing such beauty of what they sky can make with simple colors" She said in a soft tone as she looked back watching the sun slowly set.

Baby Pie Sevlt 794127029051 *She was out side of the den her majestic Fur blowing in the wind as she gazed out into the savannah, The calls of birds filling the day* "Want to go out hunting?" She said with such excitement as she looked over to meet your gaze.

Achromia 8 794126334305 *Her pure white fur stood out from the rest, she walked with such grace and beauty Before sitting down under the tree, The pride members adored her white fur. It was as if she was made of real snow, She approached you with such happiness* "So, How was your day?" She asked greeting you with a smile


There you go owo @eithna

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Could I have this pretty girl. She would be loved by all my lions.

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Hello Eithna!

I'm so glad that you are back off hiatus! My gorgeous Vita is still one of my favorites! I am absolutely heartbroken that she is going on 11...

For all those fellow members/others, my unsorted is free for all! PM me!

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Constellation (#171733)
Only account!
Grey Wind ][ foldie
Clicky!
Renamed: Passeridae, the sparrow's scientific name

A sparrow wings towards the future
Swift, grey wings beat softly, as a poacher readies his weapon
A bang, then nothing but a dull thud as life is taken
A feathered spirit circumnavigates the currents of rebirth
She swoops around a female lion, seeming male with her mane
One whom resembles her first body in coloring, the only difference?
Lines of gold, wrapping this petite figure in heavenly light

Four months later, a minuscule cub waits at her mother's side
Beauty, a child like marble, riddled with the purest, yet faintest, lines of gold
Eyes of another precious, jade, look out from under misshapen ears
A vision of beauty, like no mortal, unseen before
She perches by mother, still, yet almost seems to be moving, as once did the wind after which she was named

A spirit still flies within her, one of a noble bird
Whose precious life was ended too soon

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