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Belongs to 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀's Pride
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! ˖ ⚜ ࣪ ִ Reed

Black Stallion/Angelic Blessing: This lioness will fall pregnant on her next breeding no matter her fertility!

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 18 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	806 / 2750 (29%)
Level	6
Strength	6	Speed	7
Stamina	8	Smarts	8
Agility	7	Skill	10
Total Stats:		46

Lion Currents
Age	7 years, 10 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Good
Personality	Nurturing (Good)

Breeding Info
Father	Unknown	Mother	Unknown	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	5 days ago	Fertility	Very Low (1%)	View All Cubs Bred (9)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Outlaw (Ruffian Skin)	Slot 1: Dim Black (100%) Tier 2 Slot 2: Seal Crackle (50%) Tier 2 Slot 3: Feline 2 Black (80%) Tier 2 Slot 4: Black Rogue (40%) Tier 2 Slot 5: Seal Siamese (70%) Tier 2 Slot 6: Seal Dorsal Line (100%) Tier 2 Slot 7: Dark Brown Burmese (50%) Tier 2 Slot 8: Feline 3 Dark Brown (30%) Tier 2 Slot 9: Almond Inverted Blemish (60%) Tier 3 Slot 10: White Venter (100%) Tier 3
Genetics	Cream Dark Countershaded Special
Eyes	Dunt
Mane Type	Savage
Mane Color	Cocoa
Mutation	Overgrown Teeth
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Sudd Marshes Above Angelic Blessing Green Panic Grass Blue Hawker Dragonfly Reed Canary Grass [1] Maneater Mane [Soft] Deep EyesCustom Decor Event Scar: Fallen Champion Bone Shawl Tasty Bayad Expression: Determination Ancient Lion Mask Claw Headpiece Fiddler Crab Blue Skimmer [2] High Fog Light Rain Rain Below Broadleaf Cattail Big Shale Rocks

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	10	Successful Hunts	9	Success Rate	90%

Biography
*OVERSEER OF THE FENMOOR* The air is heavy and damp from the light misting of the continuous rainfall. There's an unnatural stillness as you plod through murky water and soft mud spots, until sounds of water sloshing nearby fills the air. A low, threatening growl rings out across the bulrush as a earth toned lion slow approaches. It's evident within those piercing gray eyes that he's far from pleased with your presence being here. "Speak," Came the thunderous, commanding rumble. "Now." ♱ : GRIMSHAW “ REED ” FENWICK 9.1.2023 OUTLAW RAFFLE LIONESS NOT FOR SALE. DO NOT ASK “ AIN'T I TOLD YA? MEMBERS ONLY. ” SWAMP VAMPIRE . CRAB ENTHUSIAST . GATOR WRESTLER "You know why this place is called Traveller's Demise by others, right?" Reed tilted his head slightly to the left, pausing in a clump of waving bulrush. Before the necromancer's gaze shifted towards something bobbing in the water. Bones. Lion bones. And relatively new ones at that. "Count your blessings. Not everyone's lucky to have a guide." Reed seemed to be having a blast swatting and biting at a young alligator that was feeling a bit too bold. Or perhaps it attacked by mistake. Whichever it was, it clearly had enough as it writhed away and disappeared into a nearby cluster of cattails.

Biography

OVERSEER OF THE FENMOOR
The air is heavy and damp from the light misting of the continuous rainfall. There's an unnatural stillness as you plod through murky water and soft mud spots, until sounds of water sloshing nearby fills the air. A low, threatening growl rings out across the bulrush as a earth toned lion slow approaches. It's evident within those piercing gray eyes that he's far from pleased with your presence being here. "Speak," Came the thunderous, commanding rumble. "Now."

♱ : GRIMSHAW “ REED ” FENWICK
9.1.2023 OUTLAW RAFFLE LIONESS
NOT FOR SALE. DO NOT ASK

“ AIN'T I TOLD YA? MEMBERS ONLY. ”
SWAMP VAMPIRE . CRAB ENTHUSIAST . GATOR WRESTLER

"You know why this place is called Traveller's Demise by others, right?" Reed tilted his head slightly to the left, pausing in a clump of waving bulrush. Before the necromancer's gaze shifted towards something bobbing in the water. Bones. Lion bones. And relatively new ones at that. "Count your blessings. Not everyone's lucky to have a guide."

Reed seemed to be having a blast swatting and biting at a young alligator that was feeling a bit too bold. Or perhaps it attacked by mistake. Whichever it was, it clearly had enough as it writhed away and disappeared into a nearby cluster of cattails.

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