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Belongs to Isharaa's Pride
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Inkuru

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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 14 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	174 / 990 (17%)
Level	4
Strength	30	Speed	32
Stamina	30	Smarts	12
Agility	32	Skill	24
Total Stats:		160

Lion Currents
Age	6 years, 9 months old
Hunger	55%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Evil
Personality	Mischievous (Evil)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Unknown	Mother	Unknown	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	9 days ago	Fertility	High	View All Cubs Bred (1)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Dinar (Dark Brown Skin)	Slot 1: Bushveld Zebra (47%) Tier 6 Slot 2: Blue Indri (55%) Tier 2 Slot 5: Brown Dinictis (43%) Tier 6 Slot 6: Dim Cimmerian (43%) Tier 2 Slot 8: Cream Margay (35%) Tier 2 Slot 9: Under Cream 5 (84%) Tier 0 Slot 10: Noctis Quail Flecks (48%) Tier 3 This lion has 2 markings hidden on the following slots: 11, 13
Genetics	Golden Dark Countershaded Rare
Eyes	Brown
Mane Type	Royal
Mane Color	Dark Golden
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Croaking Ravens Above Maneater Mane [Soft] Event Scar: Face Swipe Scar: Beaten Up Scar: Side Scar: Neck Scar: Muzzle Scar: Hip Scar: Hind Leg Right Scar: Hind Leg Left Scar: Front Leg Left Soothsayer's Tailwrap Soothsayer's Legwraps Keepsake Orchid

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	3	Successful Hunts	3	Success Rate	100%

Biography

Biography
«═════ ◈ ═════» She would've been a terrifying beast to find on the edge of their territory- if only she hadn't been lying unconscious, bleeding out in the dust. She was a massive creature, a scruffy mane around her bleeding neck. It would've been easy to mistake her for a male if one didn't know any better. But this was all trivial at the moment, carrion birds scolding overhead. "Yeah, yeah, shut your beaks. She's not dead yet. Maybe you can have her later." It was with a practiced sort of ease that the spotted lion grabbed the bleeding lioness by the scruff and hefted her onto their shoulder. It was like hauling a pelt filled with wet sand, they always hated carrying unconscious lions. But they couldn't very well just allow her to die. Most prides had a designated healer. Most prides didn't watch mortal lions come and go as quickly as petals on the wind. Isharaa took care of such matters themselves. They couldn't afford to allow such a valuable skill to be lost to something as fickle as death, after all. It was easier this way. Besides, their poultices worked just fine, warming the body and clotting the blood. The lioness's biggest issue was in fact how low her temperature had dropped from the loss of blood. Without warmth, nothing would clot. They wondered what could have done this, and promptly regretted wondering, as their nose brushed over the lioness's fur to find a scent that was a little too familiar for comfort. An inexperienced nose would've simply smelled hyena, but this was something else. This was a warning. «═════ ◈ ═════» She'd thought he was a lion when she saw him. Too large to be anything else, charming too. Inkuru should've known better. `Hidden Marks: Gilded Feline (Slot 11), Cimmerian Inverted Zebra (Slot 13).`

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She would've been a terrifying beast to find on the edge of their territory- if only she hadn't been lying unconscious, bleeding out in the dust. She was a massive creature, a scruffy mane around her bleeding neck. It would've been easy to mistake her for a male if one didn't know any better. But this was all trivial at the moment, carrion birds scolding overhead.
"Yeah, yeah, shut your beaks. She's not dead yet. Maybe you can have her later."
It was with a practiced sort of ease that the spotted lion grabbed the bleeding lioness by the scruff and hefted her onto their shoulder. It was like hauling a pelt filled with wet sand, they always hated carrying unconscious lions. But they couldn't very well just allow her to die.
Most prides had a designated healer. Most prides didn't watch mortal lions come and go as quickly as petals on the wind. Isharaa took care of such matters themselves. They couldn't afford to allow such a valuable skill to be lost to something as fickle as death, after all. It was easier this way. Besides, their poultices worked just fine, warming the body and clotting the blood. The lioness's biggest issue was in fact how low her temperature had dropped from the loss of blood. Without warmth, nothing would clot.
They wondered what could have done this, and promptly regretted wondering, as their nose brushed over the lioness's fur to find a scent that was a little too familiar for comfort. An inexperienced nose would've simply smelled hyena, but this was something else.
This was a warning.
«═════ ◈ ═════»
She'd thought he was a lion when she saw him. Too large to be anything else, charming too. Inkuru should've known better.

Hidden Marks: Gilded Feline (Slot 11), Cimmerian Inverted Zebra (Slot 13).

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