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Belongs to Must Be The Music's Former Pride

S T R A W B E R R Y - T E A

"OG tounge/ornament "

Lion Stats
Experience
8870 / 11000 (80%)
Level 11
Strength 17 Speed 24
Stamina 27 Smarts 24
Agility 33 Skill 11
Total Stats: 136


Lion Currents
Age 15 years, 8 months old
Hunger
0%
Mood
100%
Sex Female
Pose Default
Personality
Joyful (Good)
Breeding Info
Father Unknown Mother Unknown View Full Heritage
Last Bred 23 days ago Fertility Very Low View All Cubs Bred (0)
Appearance Markings
Base Ornament (White Skin) Slot 1: White Mottled Vents (51%) Tier 6
Slot 3: Almond Dorsum (52%) Tier 1
Slot 10: Saffron Frontal Spotting (54%) Tier 1
Genetics Golden Dark Solid Special
Eyes Sunglow
Mane Type Normal
Mane Color Dark Fawn
Mutation Overgrown Tongue
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations

Above
Shaman Shawl
Slender-Billed Curlew
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 0 Successful Hunts 0 Success Rate 0%


Biography
Claimed as a groupie May 2nd 2021

...

Midnight is a strange time; half the hope of a new day, half the scream of yesterday fighting demise. It feels as if the worst of the night is to come, yet morning has been crowned. If there is any hour for incarnation it is this.

Something the size of an underfed dog and the color of rudely cheap necklaces is bounding towards earth; dangling in an unsettling manner from the mouth is a limp tounge twice the appropriate length.

A zebra mother herds her identical sons into a wood, deciding it has nothing to do with her. The creature is now close enough to resemble a lion cub; the last few hundred miles are covered in a tumble, accompinied by the best imitation of a roar the pathetic being can muster.

A deep, dank puddle greets our strange visitor to earth and forbodes all to come. It is knocked cold by the impact and snores in an alomost endearing fashion.

Darling is a fine queen; tall, lean and boasting a set of giant tusks. She has decided to take a walk with the shorter, chubbier, Love- an equally respected queen she happens to love quite dearly. Thier kingdoms are ruled between them and thrive. The dawn sets off Love's chaotic auburn mane, and makes Darling's tangled white fur glisten.

"Bless, what an unfortunate looking creature..." Darling chuckles, almost treading on the snoring, muddy droplet of sun.
"Poor yoke, here- I'm sure one of the girls can feed it up" Love says, nudging it with her broad muzzle. Thier familars creep forward in curiosity, sniff, and voice thier approval of the plan. Love cleans it a little and lays it safely on her back. They toss thier heads like stallions: Darling rears as tall as an oak, Love snaps her fangs in the air- and drama aside, they gallop back home. A beloved sly race.

The cub is given to thier daughter, Devil, who feeds it up quite happily. Though it grows fat, it never grows taller nor seems to age; this upsets her to no end. However, she treasures the child and it remains in her care ever since. It is named Bother for obvious reasons.








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