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Belongs to 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝's Pride
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The Hand That Feeds

"04.08.22 9/15 NRLC"

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 15 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	44	Speed	63
Stamina	53	Smarts	57
Agility	52	Skill	12
Total Stats:		281

Lion Currents
Age	3 years, 2 months old
Hunger	60%
Mood	95%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Unreliable (Snarky)

Breeding Info
Father	Mikhael	Mother	Tongues & Teeth	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	8 days ago	Fertility	Low (59%)	View All Cubs Bred (3)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Steele (Gray Skin)	Slot 1: Cimmerian Pelage (75%) Tier 2 Slot 3: White Lace (88%) Tier 2 Slot 4: Stratosphere Feline (21%) Tier 3 Slot 5: Blue Crackle (31%) Tier 2 Slot 6: Dim Cimmerian (74%) Tier 2 Slot 7: Cimmerian Margay (98%) Tier 2 Slot 9: Blue Dorsal Line (98%) Tier 2
Genetics	Black Medium Countershaded Common
Eyes	Ice
Mane Type	Royal
Mane Color	Chartreux
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
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Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	0	Successful Hunts	0	Success Rate	0%

Biography
I've seen good men spoiled Chained to their jobs like hounds They work and sleep and work again In the darkest nights they howl Their cries are a warning To everyone following No man should stand to work all of his days And have nothing at the end of them I got no money but the change That jingles in my pockets Reminding me how little I have And as for time I am Powerless to stop it It keeps rambling on like a man, wandering man My papa was a howlin' man Traded in his youth Sold his dreams and all of his days For the great American ruse And my dear papa gave me Lessons in regret He said all that he'd done would be for nothing If I followed in his steps I got no money but the change That jingles in my pockets Reminding me how little I have And as for time I am Powerless to stop it It keeps rambling on like a man, wandering man My papa taught me how to howl How to bear my teeth and growl He taught me that the hand that feeds Deserves to be bitten when it beats He taught me how to break my chains And that money ain't worth a thing And that no man should get More of my time than me, than me I may never be a rich man But I can, make sure that I am free I may never be a rich man The rich man will never have me, never have me I may never be a rich man But I can make sure that I am free I may never be a rich man The rich man will never have me, never have me I got no money but the change That jangles in my pockets Reminding me how little I have But as for time, as for time It's mine, it's mine

Biography

I've seen good men spoiled
Chained to their jobs like hounds
They work and sleep and work again
In the darkest nights they howl
Their cries are a warning
To everyone following
No man should stand to work all of his days
And have nothing at the end of them

I got no money but the change
That jingles in my pockets
Reminding me how little I have
And as for time I am
Powerless to stop it
It keeps rambling on like a man, wandering man

My papa was a howlin' man
Traded in his youth
Sold his dreams and all of his days
For the great American ruse
And my dear papa gave me
Lessons in regret
He said all that he'd done would be for nothing
If I followed in his steps

I got no money but the change
That jingles in my pockets
Reminding me how little I have
And as for time I am
Powerless to stop it
It keeps rambling on like a man, wandering man

My papa taught me how to howl
How to bear my teeth and growl
He taught me that the hand that feeds
Deserves to be bitten when it beats
He taught me how to break my chains
And that money ain't worth a thing
And that no man should get
More of my time than me, than me

I may never be a rich man
But I can, make sure that I am free
I may never be a rich man
The rich man will never have me, never have me
I may never be a rich man
But I can make sure that I am free
I may never be a rich man
The rich man will never have me, never have me

I got no money but the change
That jangles in my pockets
Reminding me how little I have
But as for time, as for time
It's mine, it's mine

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