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Belongs to B R U T U S's Pride
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Ghost

"Achromia"

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This lioness will come into heat in 4 days.
Lion Stats
Experience
8813 / 15840 (55%)
Level 13
Strength 82 Speed 82
Stamina 75 Smarts 99
Agility 88 Skill 39
Total Stats: 465


Lion Currents
Age 6 years old
Hunger
20%
Mood
90%
Sex Female
Pose Default
Personality
Secretive (Evil)
Breeding Info
Father ᴛʜᴇʟᴜᴊɪ (Deceased) Mother crb ncl 11 (Deceased) View Full Heritage
Last Bred 23 days ago Fertility High View All Cubs Bred (0)
Appearance Markings
Base Auburn (Burnt Skin) Slot 2: Ebony Rugged Rump (49%) Tier 3
Slot 4: White Underfur (52%) Tier 1
Slot 9: Ebony Rugged Back (44%) Tier 3
Slot 10: Scoria Paws (93%) Tier 0
Genetics Red Dark Countershaded Common
Eyes Smalti
Mane Type Scarce
Mane Color Cream Lighter
Mutation Achromia
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
Clean Lake

Above
African Flower Ornaments [Watsonia]
Radio Tracking Collar
Goat Horns [Dark]
Abbott's Skimmer
Banded Water Cobra
Wild Centaury

Below
Broadleaf Cattail
Powder-Puff Tree
Snowdrops
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 148 Successful Hunts 147 Success Rate 99%


Biography
04/06/22 - There was a bustle at the edge of the territory, Beast had found something.. Or someone..! A pale white lioness, similar to a small cub within your pride. She speaks without pause, demanding entry and announcing her superiority above your lionesses. The nerve!
- You approach the pale lioness once more. Ghost, she had come to call herself such, had set herself next to the pile of bones and gunk of the remains of your feasts. You recall their taste fondly while she glowers at your larger shape. "You have another of my superior breed. Good." Is she.. talking about Bones? Bones seem hardly interested in remaining apart of the conversation, moving partially from the pseudo curl of the larger lioness's tail. Not like she would let her get far, anyhow.

04/07/22 - You approached the watering hole, the area of which Ghost had decided to plant herself whenever not standing over the poor little Bones. As your reflection revealed itself in the clear waters, the lioness would turn her head to you and huff. Those deep, pink eyes would stare into yours for a few moments longer until she would properly speak, "Come to gaze at my splendor? Fine." Her eyes would shut as she lifted her nose in the air, the flowers she had come to decorate herself with on full display. You wondered how she had gotten so many, as your eyes were drawn to the odd contraption around her neck. Hm.. Maybe things are better left unanswered.

04/08/22-
In-Game Flavor Text: When you come to greet her, Ghost quickly gets up, shuffling her paws on the ground to hide something she drew with her claw.





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