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Karštas

"The Burnt "

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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 20 real life days.
Lion Stats
Experience
21298 / 158840 (13%)
Level 39
Strength 452 Speed 412
Stamina 454 Smarts 459
Agility 406 Skill 311
Total Stats: 2494
Lion Currents
Age 12 years, 3 months old
Hunger
40%
Mood
100%
Sex Female
Pose Default
Personality
Awkward (Neutral)

Adult Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 78.846153846154%
Elder Stage 0%
Breeding Info
Father Iskatu (Deceased) Mother * [H1] Sivir (Deceased) View Full Heritage
Last Bred 3 days ago Fertility Low View All Cubs Bred (1)
Appearance Markings
Base Hallowed (Dark Brown Skin) Slot 1: Fiery Bottom (50%) Tier 3
Slot 2: Onyx Tips (55%) Tier 1
Slot 3: Black Eyebrows (65%) Tier 1
Slot 4: Onyx Smoke (100%) Tier 3
Slot 5: Dim Onyx (93%) Tier 2
Slot 7: Onyx Coat (84%) Tier 1
Slot 8: Onyx Panther (79%) Tier 2
Slot 9: Skyward Shine (50%) Tier 3
Genetics Cream Medium Countershaded Special
Eyes Amber
Mane Type Savage
Mane Color Hallowed
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
Dead Forest

Above
Lab Test Frog
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 1399 Successful Hunts 1347 Success Rate 96%


Nursing Cubs
This lioness is currently nursing the following cubs...
Male 2.1k 6m
Biography
RETIRED 2/26/17
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Rest in peace, fighter <3


Karstas stands by the edge of a ridge. Watching. The grass is scorching under his paws, which he ignores. He is focused on the spectacle in front of him. He can feel the heat undulating in waves on his face even this far away, crisping what remains of his whiskers. The forest is burning to the ground.

Karštas is burning, too, and it's been a long time since he hasn't.

He lifts his muzzle in a snarl, and flames dance in his eyes, burning amber, golden and flickering with the flames and madness. "Gone. It's all gone."

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It is the time of the year when fire falls from the sky and gods walk on the earth, that the Anarchist takes his mylimasis from him. "Where is she?" he had roared at the smirking king, after running twice around the camp and searching all the dens frantically.

"Dead. I made her touch the stone. You can go join her as a pile of dust if you'd like. I got my money's worth."

Karstas snarls, and moves to slap the king against his better judgement, who rises with a hiss, eyes glittering dangerously.

"You will lie back down."
Karstas growls and doesn't move.
"Do I need to remind you?" the king asked. "She was mine, mine to treat as I saw fit, and you are also mine! You are all mine, you do not eat without my permission, you do not sleep without my permission." Anarchist uncoiled and smacked him, hard, on his jaw, bringing him to the ground.

Karstas nodded.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

Karstas bared his teeth, stiffly climbed to his knees and kneeled. " I understand, Siemininkas."

"Good. You are more useful than that worthless whelp. But I may sacrifice you yet." One last slap across his face and his soul.

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He wakes in the night to see his mylimasis, lovely and beautiful, standing serenely over him.

"Wrenlet," he gasps, struggling to his feet, "Wrenlet, I-"

A paw, reaching to smooth out fur, passes through a limb as if it were nothing.

Karstas looks more closely. Wrenlet is faintly transparent. Her fur gives off a soft glow, speckled with white patches that weren't there in life, and her eyes are filled with unspeakable sorrow.

Kartas stares, unblinking, before falling back onto the cold dirt and shuddering. "He - he really did -" His rage starts to build.

He had not really believed that his beloved was gone. Anarchist must have been bluffing, testing his limits, he did that all the time, he would wake up and Wrenlet would be next to him and he'd press his muzzle to her fur and never let go, but this… Her ghost.

Right in front of him.

His rage reaches a climax. Something in him gives with a brittle snap.

“I will kill him,” Karstas says, and he is fire, his fury hot and bright, and it nearly hurts to look at him because his rage is beautiful, “I will kill him, I will kill them ALL, the ones that made that stone and the ones who dare use it, I will kill them all but I’m going to start with him"

Wren is beginning to fade.

Burn the world for me, darling, she says.

Karstas nods. Not the world. That's ridiculous. But this pride, this forest...

This forest is doable.

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The forest is burning, and Karstas burns with it.

He knows that after the forest is charred, the fire will spread to the savannah, and that will burn as well. All good, as far as he is concerned.

His fur is singed, his paws bloody, but he doesn't care, because he was wrong when he said that it was all gone. It wasn't all quite gone. Not yet. There's still one more.

Him.

He takes a deep breath and pads, shaking, limbs burnt and damaged, off the ridge and away from it to lie in a patch of dry, easily flammable grass near the edge of the forest. The heat is unbearable, but he will bear it for Wren.

Before he closes his eyes he looks once last time at the stars, the stars where his mylimasis surely dwell. His last sight is a shooting star, blazing across the night before fading into nothing.
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600 stats when bought. Base changed to hallowed :)





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