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Belongs to ✦•ꇙꄲ꒤ꋊ꒯ꅐꋬ꒦ꏂ•✦'s Pride
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Eyeless

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 11 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	2730 / 3960 (68%)
Level	7
Strength	63	Speed	59
Stamina	55	Smarts	58
Agility	60	Skill	4
Total Stats:		299

Lion Currents
Age	6 years, 7 months old
Hunger	40%
Mood	90%
Sex	Female
Pose	Kind
Personality	Wary (Kind)

Breeding Info
Father	.:•Tear-River•:. (Deceased)	Mother	𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥’�	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	12 days ago	Fertility	Very Low	View All Cubs Bred (1)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Ragdoll (Gray Skin)	Slot 3: Kimanjano Mottled Vents (41%) Tier 3
Genetics	Cream Medium Countershaded Special
Eyes	Intense Gold
Mane Type	Normal
Mane Color	Hibiscus
Mutation	Eyeless
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Challenge: Winter [Cub Cave] Above Shiny Rock Septum Ring [Yellow] Draco Whiskers [White] Melanistic Barn Owl King Genet Scavenging Otter Faux Leatherwear [Royal]

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	0	Successful Hunts	0	Success Rate	0%

Biography
[Dispelled] It all followed so desperately, the words of what isn't seen dragged down below, whispers and cry's, howling of wind. A cold and wet feeling, of something they called 'snuh' blessing, blessing they said. To be deprived of sight and forced into this life without hope. It wasn't her time. She shouldn't have been taken away from the wisps just yet. Not yet, not yet did she want to be alive and livid with feelings she couldn't grasp. [refined] The same rise of the sun from her birth did she hear the wisps. Felt among them, the could breeze of so many, she loved yet hated it. Wandering astray and following them, the gush of wind, pitter of rain, rush of the rivers and click of the things dangling from trees. The sounds she surrounded herself in made her blinder, the cold sense and love for all around had torn her away from were she was meant to be.

Biography

[Dispelled]
It all followed so desperately, the words of what isn't seen dragged down below, whispers and cry's, howling of wind. A cold and wet feeling, of something they called 'snuh' blessing, blessing they said. To be deprived of sight and forced into this life without hope. It wasn't her time. She shouldn't have been taken away from the wisps just yet. Not yet, not yet did she want to be alive and livid with feelings she couldn't grasp.

[refined]
The same rise of the sun from her birth did she hear the wisps. Felt among them, the could breeze of so many, she loved yet hated it. Wandering astray and following them, the gush of wind, pitter of rain, rush of the rivers and click of the things dangling from trees. The sounds she surrounded herself in made her blinder, the cold sense and love for all around had torn her away from were she was meant to be.

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