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Belongs to 𝘖𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴's Former Pride

Omen

"2 BO

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Lion Stats
Experience	17307 / 24750 (69%)
Level	16
Strength	94	Speed	63
Stamina	68	Smarts	60
Agility	65	Skill	54
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	404

Lion Currents
Age	15 years, 6 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Kind
Personality	Prudent (Good)

Elder Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Devil-Beast (Deceased)	Mother	Frost-bite (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	More than 20 days ago	Fertility	Low	View All Cubs Bred (1)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Ebony (Black Skin)	Slot 1: Gregarious Glaze (35%) Tier 3 Slot 2: Chert Cover (24%) Tier 0 Slot 5: Frostbitten Lace (64%) Tier 3 Slot 6: Hyena Stripes Heavy White (9%) Tier 3 Slot 7: Shard Glaze (48%) Tier 3
Genetics	Black Dark Solid Rare
Eyes	Jet
Mane Type	Barbary
Mane Color	Orchid
Mutation	Patches (Plumage)
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Abandoned Cemetery Above Scar: Cheek Healer's pouchCustom Decor Witch Doctors CapeCustom Decor Harbinger Teeth Goat Horns [Dark] Only Seraph head wings - blackCustom Decor

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	208	Successful Hunts	208	Success Rate	100%

Biography
They/She Oh, Osiris' grip on this land is something Omen always dreamed about, ever since she was a cub. Ever since Messiah had turned her away with such an uncharacteristic snarl. What did that cooty old lion know, anyway? All xe ever did was talk to xemself and chase that bratty little cub around. Osiris listens to Omen well enough. He'd believe her if she said the lake was on fire! Her thoughts are interrupted by the king himself trailing over to her and rubbing his cheek against hers. She forces out a little chuff of almost painful tenderness, nuzzling into his mane. "What brings you to visit me today, dear Osiris?" She rumbles as she sits down, pawing at a rock. He chuckles and takes a seat in front of her, ducking his head to try—and fail—to meet her eyes. "The air feels warmer, the grass drier beneath our paws, does it not? Have the spirits said anything? Is there a drought coming?" Omen lifts their head, blinking at him behind the wings that shroud them in mystery. "I have heard.. rumblings, I suppose, of something coming, but a drought? It's unclear. The spirits haven't been very chatty as of late. Maybe you ask Messiah." They can't keep the bitterness from their tone, knowing how fond Osiris is of the wandering shaman. The big idiot doesn't seem to catch it, and he just laughs softly and places a large paw on hers. "I trust you. If they haven't told you, maybe we aren't meant to know yet. Thank you, Omen." "Oh, thank you, Osiris.."

Biography

They/She

Oh, Osiris' grip on this land is something Omen always dreamed about, ever since she was a cub. Ever since Messiah had turned her away with such an uncharacteristic snarl.

What did that cooty old lion know, anyway? All xe ever did was talk to xemself and chase that bratty little cub around. Osiris listens to Omen well enough. He'd believe her if she said the lake was on fire!

Her thoughts are interrupted by the king himself trailing over to her and rubbing his cheek against hers. She forces out a little chuff of almost painful tenderness, nuzzling into his mane. "What brings you to visit me today, dear Osiris?" She rumbles as she sits down, pawing at a rock. He chuckles and takes a seat in front of her, ducking his head to try—and fail—to meet her eyes.

"The air feels warmer, the grass drier beneath our paws, does it not? Have the spirits said anything? Is there a drought coming?"

Omen lifts their head, blinking at him behind the wings that shroud them in mystery. "I have heard.. rumblings, I suppose, of something coming, but a drought? It's unclear. The spirits haven't been very chatty as of late. Maybe you ask Messiah." They can't keep the bitterness from their tone, knowing how fond Osiris is of the wandering shaman.

The big idiot doesn't seem to catch it, and he just laughs softly and places a large paw on hers. "I trust you. If they haven't told you, maybe we aren't meant to know yet. Thank you, Omen."

"Oh, thank you, Osiris.."

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