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Primal

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	50	Speed	62
Stamina	51	Smarts	57
Agility	54	Skill	34
Born With:	115	Total Stats:	308

Lion Currents
Age	7 years, 11 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Male
Pose	Default
Personality	Forgiving (Good)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	✨Nocturne🌙 (Deceased)	Mother	Newly Claimed Lioness (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	N/A	Fertility	N/A	View All Cubs Bred (0)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Zarafshan (Marbled Skin)	Slot 1: Noctis Sideburn (39%) Tier 1 Slot 2: Leg Banding Clay (58%) Tier 3 Slot 3: Noctis Siamese (32%) Tier 3 Slot 5: Sunrise Speckles (59%) Tier 3 Slot 10: Tail Banding Noctis (10%) Tier 1
Genetics	Golden Dark Solid Common
Eyes	Rose Ebony
Mane Type	Scarce
Mane Color	Dark Fawn
Mutation	Primal
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Lover's Cave Above Scar: Hip

Lifetime Patrolling Results
Total Patrols	107	Total Stats Gained	182	Total Items Gained	52

Biography
𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙜𝙤, 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙨𝙠𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚—𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚, 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙙𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣: 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙊𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙎𝙠𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚—𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛. 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙗, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚. 𝙀𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙨. 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙮. 𝘼𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙖 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙚. 𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙪𝙥𝙤𝙣 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙁𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨—𝙖 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙗𝙪𝙯𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙩-𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙚𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨. 𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜—𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙨𝙪𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬. 𝙃𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙣, 𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙤𝙧 𝙜𝙤𝙙, 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣. 𝙇𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡. 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝙄𝙛 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙮, 𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪—𝙤𝙧 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙖 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙝.

Biography

𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙜𝙤, 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙨𝙠𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚—𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚, 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙙𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣: 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙊𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙎𝙠𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚—𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛. 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙗, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚. 𝙀𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙨. 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙮. 𝘼𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙖 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜.
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𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙪𝙥𝙤𝙣 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙁𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨—𝙖 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙗𝙪𝙯𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙩-𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙚𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨. 𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜—𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙨𝙪𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬. 𝙃𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙣, 𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙤𝙧 𝙜𝙤𝙙, 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣. 𝙇𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡. 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝙄𝙛 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙮, 𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪—𝙤𝙧 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙖 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙝.

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