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Belongs to Queen Of Duskbound's Pride
(View Former Prides)

~•Rodeo•~

"~•Clean-Long Gen•~"

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 3 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	24	Speed	28
Stamina	26	Smarts	31
Agility	30	Skill	2
Born With:	140	Total Stats:	141

Lion Currents
Age	4 years, 2 months old
Hunger	60%
Mood	40%
Sex	Female
Pose	Kind
Personality	Timid (Snarky)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Bloodmåne (Deceased)	Mother	Finch (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	20 days ago	Fertility	Low	View All Cubs Bred (1)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Dusty Rose (Tawny Skin)	Slot 2: Onyx Brawl (43%) Tier 3 Slot 4: Seal Indri (47%) Tier 2 Slot 8: Seal Margay (23%) Tier 2
Genetics	Cream Dark Countershaded Common
Eyes	Grey
Mane Type	Scarce
Mane Color	Styx
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Golden Water Above Sunkissed JewelryCustom Decor Susurrus Abyssinian Tawny Eagle

Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	0	Successful Hunts	0	Success Rate	0%

Biography
Rodeo, the Gilded Ascendant · · ─ ·𖤇· ─ · · There are whispers of a lioness born not of blood or bone, but of starlight and scorched earth. Where the skies burn gold and the wind forgets its name, she appears—Rodeo, the Gilded Ascendant. Cloaked in sunlight and adorned with the jewelry of kings long buried, she is both beacon and reckoning.Her body shimmers with the glow of a dying sun, her outline soft at the edges as if the world cannot quite contain her. Chains of gold kiss her form with reverence, not restraint, and the eagle at her side is no mere companion—it is witness. It sees what most dare not: that Rodeo is more than flesh. She is a force. A flame given form. She does not roar to be heard. She does not bare her teeth to be feared. Rodeo's power lies in her stillness, in the way the land seems to shift around her rather than the other way around. When she moves, it's with the inevitability of a sunrise—blinding, bold, and beyond challenge. Legends say she rose from the ashes of a battlefield where no one survived, not even time. Others claim she was once mortal, elevated by divine fire for a purpose yet unknown. Rodeo herself offers no answers, only presence—radiant and resounding. When she speaks, it is prophecy. When she watches, it is judgment. When she vanishes, all that remains is warmth…and awe. She is the lioness of high noon, the flame that dances on the edge of salvation and fury. To look upon her is to understand just how close beauty can sit to destruction. And yet, there is mercy in her. It shows in the careful tilt of her head, in the shadow she casts to shield others from the sun she wears like a crown. Rodeo walks the border between goddess and ghost, worshipped by some, feared by others, understood by none. And wherever her paws fall, the earth remembers her name— Rodeo, the light that chose to burn on purpose.

Biography

Rodeo, the Gilded Ascendant

· · ─ ·𖤇· ─ · ·
There are whispers of a lioness born not of blood or bone, but of starlight and scorched earth. Where the skies burn gold and the wind forgets its name, she appears—Rodeo, the Gilded Ascendant. Cloaked in sunlight and adorned with the jewelry of kings long buried, she is both beacon and reckoning.Her body shimmers with the glow of a dying sun, her outline soft at the edges as if the world cannot quite contain her. Chains of gold kiss her form with reverence, not restraint, and the eagle at her side is no mere companion—it is witness. It sees what most dare not: that Rodeo is more than flesh. She is a force. A flame given form.

She does not roar to be heard. She does not bare her teeth to be feared. Rodeo's power lies in her stillness, in the way the land seems to shift around her rather than the other way around. When she moves, it's with the inevitability of a sunrise—blinding, bold, and beyond challenge.

Legends say she rose from the ashes of a battlefield where no one survived, not even time. Others claim she was once mortal, elevated by divine fire for a purpose yet unknown. Rodeo herself offers no answers, only presence—radiant and resounding. When she speaks, it is prophecy. When she watches, it is judgment. When she vanishes, all that remains is warmth…and awe.

She is the lioness of high noon, the flame that dances on the edge of salvation and fury. To look upon her is to understand just how close beauty can sit to destruction. And yet, there is mercy in her. It shows in the careful tilt of her head, in the shadow she casts to shield others from the sun she wears like a crown.

Rodeo walks the border between goddess and ghost, worshipped by some, feared by others, understood by none. And wherever her paws fall, the earth remembers her name—
Rodeo, the light that chose to burn on purpose.

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