#794239863375
Belongs to Starving Mammon's Pride
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wema

"3M PIEBALD (DAPPLED)"

This lioness is pregnant! She will give birth in 2 real life days. She has been bred to Devil Anse (#165951). She has a nest and will give birth safely. She cannot hunt while nesting.

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	4	Speed	6
Stamina	4	Smarts	5
Agility	3	Skill	2
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	24

Lion Currents
Age	4 years, 8 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Cold (Evil)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Clouded Foot (Deceased)	Mother	Golden speckles	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	Yesterday	Fertility	Very Low	View All Cubs Bred (0)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Chocolate (Dark Brown Skin)	Slot 3: Feralis White (40%) Tier 6 Slot 7: Coral Belly (44%) Tier 0 Slot 10: Gilded Feline (17%) Tier 3
Genetics	Red Dark Solid Common
Eyes	Amber
Mane Type	Normal
Mane Color	Fiery
Mutation	Piebald (Dappled)
Marking Slots	10

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

Biography
(OPTIONAL TO KEEP TEXT) APRIL 2025 GIVEAWAY BY #338857 You display your strength boldly, every step calculated to impress, every roar filled with raw fire. The lioness barely tilts her head, her eyes like shards of ice, her mouth curling into a cruel half-smirk. She rises, turns her back, and strolls away with a slow, liquid grace that screams danger and desire all at once. Her tail flicks high, her scent thick in the air. She's in heat-and if you're lucky, you might just survive loving her. TICKETS: #477775 #395709 --- RANDOM RP MESSAGE FOR THE WINNER HEHEHE You storm before the lioness, pride radiating from every fiber of your being, mane wild and untamed, your roar splitting the very air. She watches with that icy, calculating stare, unmoving—unimpressed. Her king, a battered shadow of what he once was, stands beside her, lips curled in a grim, defeated snarl. With a cruel glint in her eye and a slow, predatory smile, the lioness rises. She steps away from her king without hesitation, brushing past him as if he were already forgotten. Her tail brushes your flank in a slow, burning invitation. Without a word, the king dips his head—forced to surrender her to the victor. She follows, but she does not bow.

Biography

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APRIL 2025 GIVEAWAY BY #338857

You display your strength boldly, every step calculated to impress, every roar filled with raw fire. The lioness barely tilts her head, her eyes like shards of ice, her mouth curling into a cruel half-smirk. She rises, turns her back, and strolls away with a slow, liquid grace that screams danger and desire all at once. Her tail flicks high, her scent thick in the air. She's in heat-and if you're lucky, you might just survive loving her.

TICKETS:
#477775
#395709

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RANDOM RP MESSAGE FOR THE WINNER HEHEHE

You storm before the lioness, pride radiating from every fiber of your being, mane wild and untamed, your roar splitting the very air. She watches with that icy, calculating stare, unmoving—unimpressed. Her king, a battered shadow of what he once was, stands beside her, lips curled in a grim, defeated snarl.
With a cruel glint in her eye and a slow, predatory smile, the lioness rises. She steps away from her king without hesitation, brushing past him as if he were already forgotten. Her tail brushes your flank in a slow, burning invitation.
Without a word, the king dips his head—forced to surrender her to the victor.

She follows, but she does not bow.

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