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GOT AN RMAD ROSETTE FIRST TRY?
THE ONLY ICE BASED NSHR DWARF ON SITE!
ONE OF TWO NSHR DWARVES, AND THE YOUNGEST OF BOTH OF THEM!
ONE OF FOUR ICE BASED NSHR ON SITE
OVERALL QUITE VALUABLE.
Breed to cocoa, ethereal, slate, pearl, divine, ebony
First heat- lion scrot used. two cubs
ONE BEAN!!!!
Second heat - lion scrot used ..two cubs
TWIN BEANS? MY BABY
But pass your stupid markings
THIRD HEAT - scrot used, one cub
No bean :( your daughters did good though
FOURTH HEAT - SOLD TO #384278
3 cubs, one bean! Good job!
FIFTH HEAT- NOTHING?
6th heat - sold to 300449 - lion scrot/buffy/black stall used. 3 cub litter.
No beans, but pretties
6TH HEAT - LAST HEAT. LION SCROT USED. 1 cub. Come on ml
No dwarf :(
Snow settles atop the crumbling stone pillars of the Ruined Temple, the silence only disturbed by the gentle woosh of the wind as it curled around the dunes, whipping up both sand and snow. Icy lion-shaped "statues" were scattered around the dunes, their maws agape in silent screams that had been cut off seconds before they had been suspended in place. Amongst these eerie figures was a small almost unnoticeable shape, its fur frozen stiff as it lay on its side with its yellow eyes wide with fear. A dwarf lioness. She covered a frozen cub with her front paws, as if she had been trying to save it. The scene vanished quicker then it had come, leaving the desert empty once more.
Monachopsis was once a valued member of the Moonlit Pride, but was frozen in time by an unjust curse that affected the whole of the pride. The Moonlit pride had been savages, killing and imprisoning hundreds of prides in their path until the spirits finally decided to take action. The entire pride was lured out of their camp and into a massive temple located deep in the Snow deserts. Then began the plan.
With a sharp, whistling gust of wind, the temple seemed to start frosting over. Lionesses tried to flee, screeching orders at each other and forcing out rushed goodbyes as their paws were frozen to the ground. The lions felt their bones stiffen and it was becoming difficult to breathe, yet still they desperately tried to roar and scream out for any lion's help. Monachopsis had been in the temple that faithful day, and she had gathered all of the cubs and huddled them up in attempts to save their lives, but it had been for no use.
The entire pride was forgotten, cast out of the minds of other prides in an attempt to completely wipe any evidence of the Moonlit pride's existence off the earth. Their legacy was only to be carried on by those in the Desert Wanderers, who have stored the ancient scriptures and relics deep inside their camp to savour the memory of their ancestors.
Deep in the deserts, a temple lies
Its secrets buried out of sight,
Covered by frost lay the bodies of a pride
once high and mighty
now petrified.
The cold embraces their once muscle-rippled pelts
mouths agape in screams.
Deep in the deserts, a temple lies.
With secrets that ache to see.
-silly poem i wrote-
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