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Belongs to Queen Of Duskbound's Pride
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~•Pyrrha•~

This lioness gave birth in the past two years. She is on a breeding cool down and will be breedable again in 6 real life days.

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	5	Speed	4
Stamina	7	Smarts	5
Agility	6	Skill	7
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	34

Lion Currents
Age	3 years, 2 months old
Hunger	60%
Mood	70%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Mischievous (Evil)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Luciferleo (Deceased)	Mother	Nyika	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	17 days ago	Fertility	Low	View All Cubs Bred (2)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Dusty (White Skin)	Slot 1: White Ardeida (65%) Tier 3 Slot 2: Onyx Siamese (41%) Tier 3 Slot 6: Shaded Onyx (45%) Tier 3 Slot 7: Onyx Scraped Grunge (93%) Tier 3 Slot 8: Feline 9 Ebony (85%) Tier 5 Slot 9: Onyx Upendezi (59%) Tier 3 This lion has 3 markings hidden on the following slots: 18, 19, 20
Genetics	Black Light Countershaded Common
Eyes	Pink
Mane Type	Scarce
Mane Color	Styx
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Boglands Above War Paint: Sun Warrior Gentle Chains [Silver] Susurrus Below Shamanic Tarot: The World

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

Biography
Pyrrha, the Ashborn Fang · · ─ ·𖤆· ─ · · She was not born in fire—but fire remembers her. In the brittle lands where the sun scorches even the shadows, and the bones of honeycombs drip forgotten sweetness, Pyrrha walks with a growl in her throat and ash in her wake. Her past is scattered in teeth marks and flame, her future forged in fury.Abandoned too young, too loud, too fierce. Her pride saw defiance where there was only pain, rage where there was only hunger to belong. And so they cast her out, leaving her to rot among brittle trees and rusted thorns. But Sablethorn found her. A flame no one else dared touch. He did not speak. He did not soothe. He stood. And from his silence, she learned control. Not obedience. Never submission. But focus—clarity within the chaos. Pyrrha was raised not with tenderness, but with trust. Sablethorn never asked her to be soft. He taught her to wield her wildfire like a blade. To roar when it mattered. To burn only when necessary. And in that, she did not smother her fire—she shaped it. Now, she wears chains not as shackles, but as scars she dared to keep. Her limbs bear war paint of ochre and blaze, and her eyes burn brighter than her flame. She does not follow blindly. She does not lead arrogantly. She strikes where others hesitate, and stands where others falter. The Duskbound do not fear her. They understand her. She is the echo of every rage that was once a scream for help. The daughter of silence and storm. The lioness who could have burned alone, but chose instead to burn with purpose. Pyrrha, the Ashborn Fang. Not soot. Not ember. But fire that learned how to roar without burning down the world.

Biography

Pyrrha, the Ashborn Fang

· · ─ ·𖤆· ─ · ·
She was not born in fire—but fire remembers her. In the brittle lands where the sun scorches even the shadows, and the bones of honeycombs drip forgotten sweetness, Pyrrha walks with a growl in her throat and ash in her wake. Her past is scattered in teeth marks and flame, her future forged in fury.Abandoned too young, too loud, too fierce. Her pride saw defiance where there was only pain, rage where there was only hunger to belong. And so they cast her out, leaving her to rot among brittle trees and rusted thorns.

But Sablethorn found her. A flame no one else dared touch. He did not speak. He did not soothe. He stood. And from his silence, she learned control. Not obedience. Never submission. But focus—clarity within the chaos.

Pyrrha was raised not with tenderness, but with trust. Sablethorn never asked her to be soft. He taught her to wield her wildfire like a blade. To roar when it mattered. To burn only when necessary. And in that, she did not smother her fire—she shaped it.

Now, she wears chains not as shackles, but as scars she dared to keep. Her limbs bear war paint of ochre and blaze, and her eyes burn brighter than her flame. She does not follow blindly. She does not lead arrogantly. She strikes where others hesitate, and stands where others falter.

The Duskbound do not fear her.
They understand her.

She is the echo of every rage that was once a scream for help. The daughter of silence and storm. The lioness who could have burned alone, but chose instead to burn with purpose.

Pyrrha, the Ashborn Fang.
Not soot. Not ember.
But fire that learned how to roar without burning down the world.

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