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Lion Stats
Cub Training	94%
Level	1
Strength	48	Speed	37
Stamina	51	Smarts	56
Agility	39	Skill	8
Total Stats:		239

Lion Currents
Age	1 year, 11 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Cuddly (Good)

Adolescent Stage

Breeding Info
Father	𝔄𝔫𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔯 (Deceased)	Mother	⸙ Peril Between The Mits.	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	Never	Fertility	Low	View All Cubs Bred (0)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Noctis (Black Skin)	Slot 3: Saffron Underfelt (74%) Tier 2 Slot 6: Blue Cape (7%) Tier 1 Slot 7: Sunrise Margay (1%) Tier 3 Slot 10: Vitiligo 4 (66%) Tier 2
Genetics	Black Dark Solid Rare
Eyes	Jet
Mane Type	Diabolic
Mane Color	Anjeer
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

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Biography
𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙰𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜. 𝚂𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜’ 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 ~ 𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 — 𝓢𝓽𝓾𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓐𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻 — 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚜 “𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚝,” “𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛,” 𝚊𝚗𝚍 “𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜,” 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚘’𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍. 𝙰𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚊 𝚖𝚢𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗, 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐩, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝, 𝐀 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐫 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐟𝐭, 𝐈𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭. 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧, 𝐀 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐤, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐧. 𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬' 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐘𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐢𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐀 𝐦𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐈𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭’𝐬 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐀𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐬. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐭, 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫, 𝐀 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐫. 𝐈𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬, 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐀 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦, 𝐀 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦’𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦. — [Poem by #271220] “𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭…” “𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬…” “𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦…” —Pinecone Earrings [Stone] —Canary Island Pine —Painted Lady Butterfly —Tree Bark Leg Armour [Overgrowth] —Much Love —Scattered Pebbles [Mossy] —Mossy Log —Monarch of the Veld —Neutral Pose —Vitiligo 4 100% —Fine by Myself

Biography

𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙰𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜.
𝚂𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜’ 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 ~ 𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢
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𝓢𝓽𝓾𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓐𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻
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𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚜 “𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚝,” “𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛,” 𝚊𝚗𝚍 “𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜,” 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚘’𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍. 𝙰𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚊 𝚖𝚢𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗, 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍.

𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜.

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐩, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝,
𝐀 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝.
𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐫 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐟𝐭,
𝐈𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭.

𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧,
𝐀 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐤, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐧.
𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧,
𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧.

𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞,
𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬' 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞.
𝐘𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐢𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞,
𝐀 𝐦𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

𝐈𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭’𝐬 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬,
𝐀𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐬.
𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐭, 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫,
𝐀 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐫.

𝐈𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬,
𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬.
𝐀 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦,
𝐀 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦’𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦.
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[Poem by #271220]

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭…”

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬…”

“𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦…”

—Pinecone Earrings [Stone]
—Canary Island Pine
—Painted Lady Butterfly
—Tree Bark Leg Armour [Overgrowth]
—Much Love
—Scattered Pebbles [Mossy]
—Mossy Log
—Monarch of the Veld
—Neutral Pose
—Vitiligo 4 100%
—Fine by Myself

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