_-Black Hole Fantasy-_

"Pie (Ticked) clean"

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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 8 real life days.
Lion Stats
Experience
0 / 100 (0%)
Level 1
Strength 52 Speed 51
Stamina 57 Smarts 48
Agility 51 Skill 6
Born With: Unknown Total Stats: 265
Lion Currents
Age 3 years, 8 months old
Hunger
20%
Mood
100%
Sex Female
Pose Default
Personality
Warm (Kind)

Adult Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 12.820512820513%
Elder Stage 0%
Breeding Info
Father Flørence (Deceased) Mother 5M+Tier3 (Deceased) View Full Heritage
Last Bred 15 days ago Fertility Low View All Cubs Bred (0)
Appearance Markings
Base Moonstone (Dark Brown Skin) Slot 1: Feline 1 Decennial (88%) Tier 5
Slot 6: Briar Ripple (14%) Tier 1
Slot 8: Under White 8 (40%) Tier 0
Slot 9: Briar Wisp (17%) Tier 1


This lion has 2 markings hidden on the following slots:
11, 13
Genetics Black Medium Countershaded Special
Eyes Pink
Mane Type Diabolic
Mane Color Zer
Mutation Piebald (Ticked)
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
Cosmic Depth

Above
Prismatic Teeth
Jewelry: Rough Opal Pendant
Star Sparkles - Medium
Feathered Leg Wraps - Guineafowl
Body Paint: Swirls
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 0 Successful Hunts 0 Success Rate 0%


Biography
Based off: Black Hole Fantasy. By The Crane Wives.

Aren't you tired of going through the motions?
Is the daily grind meant to dull the mind?
I sense a window somewhere closing
Somewhere in the world that I just have to find

The days blur together
I watch the ceiling buckle, the walls are closing in
There's a black hole in the living room floor
I keep trying to ignore, but it's growing

If love is just a chemical reaction
Is there a pill to take? Something to quell this ache?
Is this the real thing or a distraction?
Is it worth the risk? My life would dеtonate

The weeks blur togethеr
I watch the ceiling buckle, the walls are closing in
There's a black hole in the living room floor
I keep trying to ignore, but it's growing

I'm on my way to your house, I can't wait anymore
I'm pulling in the driveway, I'm standing on your porch
My knuckles hesitate an inch away from the door
What happens when it opens?

Even in my fantasy, I can't commit to believing
That I'll get what I want, I'm afraid of what I want
Even in my fantasy, I keep the car running
In case I need to take off

The months blur together
I watch the ceiling buckle
I wonder when it's caving in
There's a black hole in the living room floor
I keep standing on the edge and looking in


And on the other side is another life
A version of me with a spark in her eyes that I don't have
And now she's laughing
And it's killing me that I cannot see what's making her laugh
From where I'm standing
And I have to know, so I'm going in
I'm going in

Let's try this again
I'm on my way to your house, guided by the stars
I'm pulling in the driveway, I'm turning off the car
I'm running to your porch, I'm sprinting up the stairs
The door swings open and you're standing there
You're beaming down at me, you're reaching out for me
You pull me in your arms and I feel your heart pounding
I take a step back to catch my breath
And we look at each other and double over
And laugh, and laugh, and laugh





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