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Belongs to Xavier: Lightseeker's Pride
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Max

"NCL Hunter | 127"

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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 6 real life days.
Lion Stats
Experience
27459 / 48510 (56%)
Level 22
Strength 143 Speed 150
Stamina 143 Smarts 121
Agility 139 Skill 134
Total Stats: 830


Lion Currents
Age 3 years, 4 months old
Hunger
0%
Mood
100%
Sex Female
Pose Kind
Personality
Brutal (Evil)
Breeding Info
Father Unknown Mother Unknown View Full Heritage
Last Bred 17 days ago Fertility Low View All Cubs Bred (0)
Appearance Markings
Base Ice (Blue Skin) Slot 1: Fiery Mesh (54%) Tier 3
Slot 2: Vagabond Reverse Indri (80%) Tier 3
Slot 3: Feline 2 Orchid (65%) Tier 5
Slot 4: Arctic Rogue (68%) Tier 3
Slot 5: Goridhe Margay (96%) Tier 2
Slot 9: Almond Rims (91%) Tier 2
Genetics Black Dark Countershaded Special
Eyes Tanzanite
Mane Type Barbary
Mane Color Ardor
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
Earth-Grazer

Above
Shamanic Death Mittens
Soothsayer Outfit
Faux Barbary Mane [Cloudburst]
Elk Antlers
Taruca Deer Antlers
Apocalypse Mask: Pale Horse of Death
Secretary Bird Feather Decor
Celestial Wings [Top]
Zephyr
Ground Fog

Below
Celestial Wings [Bottom]
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 534 Successful Hunts 532 Success Rate 99%


Biography
Began hunting at 2.1 yrs w/127 stats

Stat Milestones:
500 stats: 2.10 yrs
1000 stats:

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Your lion winces as the dust gets into their eyes. The colour changes forever, glistening like small, deep blue crystals

You were having some trouble getting into a carcass with a tough hide, so you invited Max to share with you. Sure enough, she proudly tore the decaying beast to shreds. You wonder if her claws are permanently bloodstained.

You greet Max. She roars at you. She clearly likes you a lot.

You trot towards Max to say hello, but you get smacked fiercely onto your cheek. You stand in shock, as she keeps giving you smacks, one after another, until you let out a growl, to which she replies with a roar. Women. You like them rough, don't you?





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