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Belongs to Vhagar's Pride
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Tissaia

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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 10 real life days.
Lion Stats
Experience
18488 / 31790 (58%)
Level 18
Strength 104 Speed 107
Stamina 89 Smarts 84
Agility 127 Skill 82
Total Stats: 593


Lion Currents
Age 9 years, 6 months old
Hunger
0%
Mood
100%
Sex Female
Pose Evil
Personality
Brutal (Evil)
Breeding Info
Father Unknown Mother Fleetfoot View Full Heritage
Last Bred 13 days ago Fertility Very Low (40%) View All Cubs Bred (5)
Appearance Markings
Base Mahogany (Red Skin) Slot 1: Shaded Black (51%) Tier 3
Slot 2: Noctis Zebra (36%) Tier 6
Slot 3: Demonic Rogue (100%) Tier 3
Slot 4: Brimstone Agouti (100%) Tier 3
Slot 5: Brimstone Inverted Brindle (100%) Tier 3
Slot 6: Fulvous Glaze (22%) Tier 2
Slot 7: Noctis Crackle (79%) Tier 2
Slot 8: Brimstone Undersides (100%) Tier 3
Slot 9: Cocoa Bottom (85%) Tier 3
Slot 10: Brimstone Ghost Feralis (100%) Tier 3
Genetics Red Medium Solid Common
Eyes Ice
Mane Type Tsavo
Mane Color Angelic
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
Golden Water

Above
Vashkartzen Dude
Dead Kudu Calf
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 300 Successful Hunts 300 Success Rate 100%


Biography
You were just chillaxing when Tissaia came over with a mouthful of flowers. Awwww, cute. You don't mind how mashed up they got while the cub was walking.

Tissaia is very eager to show you her practice roar! It's amazingly impressive for someone so small.

You charged Tissaia as soon as you saw her this morning. She snarled in ferocity and tackled you to the floor. You didn't miss the grin behind her snarl, though!

You were having some trouble getting into a carcass with a tough hide, so you invited Tissaia to share with you. Sure enough, she proudly tore the decaying beast to shreds. You wonder if her claws are permanently bloodstained.

You greet Tissaia. She roars at you. She clearly likes you a lot.

You trot towards Tissaia to say hello, but you get smacked fiercely onto your cheek. You stand in shock, as she keeps giving you smacks, one after another, until you let out a growl, to which she replies with a roar. Women. You like them rough, don't you?





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