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Belongs to Krieger's Former Pride

Maidam

Queen"

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	170	Speed	153
Stamina	163	Smarts	115
Agility	139	Skill	5
Total Stats:		745

Lion Currents
Age	16 years old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Good
Personality	Humorous (Neutral)

Breeding Info
Father	Azrael I (Deceased)	Mother	Royal Mane/ (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	More than 20 days ago	Fertility	Very Low	View All Cubs Bred (2)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Titanium (Gray Skin)	Slot 4: Maroon Pelage (70%) Tier 3 Slot 5: White Underfur (78%) Tier 1 Slot 6: Arctic Smoke (83%) Tier 3 Slot 7: Sunset Feralis (44%) Tier 3 Slot 9: Sunset Siamese (49%) Tier 3
Genetics	Black Dark Solid Common
Eyes	Blue
Mane Type	Sideburn
Mane Color	Onyx
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Okavango Swamp Above Scar: Tail Event Scar: Unrequited Love Expression: Sadistic

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

Biography
This lioness walks with an OBVIOUS sense of authority; and as the other lions slowly crowd about behind her, it becomes undeniably obvious that she's the 'Boss' 'round these parts. What exactly is she running here? You ask about the King? "That ol' buffoon? Ha!" the Queen replies with a sadistic expression, an eerie chuckle following suit. The lioness pauses, a single paw drawing absent-minded designs in the sand. Her tongue slips past those scarred lips, and slides around the outside of her muzzle rather seductively before she continues with her speech. *"As long as he stays... satisfied, he does not intrude with our business."* Business? "He's a hired muscle; and if you keep on asking questions, I'll have him kindly remove you from my courtyard."

Biography

This lioness walks with an OBVIOUS sense of authority; and as the other lions slowly crowd about behind her, it becomes undeniably obvious that she's the 'Boss' 'round these parts. What exactly is she running here?

You ask about the King?

"That ol' buffoon? Ha!" the Queen replies with a sadistic expression, an eerie chuckle following suit.

The lioness pauses, a single paw drawing absent-minded designs in the sand. Her tongue slips past those scarred lips, and slides around the outside of her muzzle rather seductively before she continues with her speech.

"As long as he stays... satisfied, he does not intrude with our business."

Business?

"He's a hired muscle; and if you keep on asking questions, I'll have him kindly remove you from my courtyard."

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