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Ricallia, the Prince of Terror

Lion Stats
Experience	9042 / 13310 (67%)
Level	12
Strength	73	Speed	80
Stamina	72	Smarts	76
Agility	82	Skill	4
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	387

Lion Currents
Age	8 years, 11 months old
Hunger	0%
Energy	100 / 100
Impression	Dreamboat
Pose	Jolly
Personality	Fatherly (Kind)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	𝒜rcturus (Deceased)	Mother	⍣ Hroar ⍣	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	N/A	Fertility	N/A	View All Cubs Bred (16)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Glass (Dark Brown Skin)	Slot 1: Ebony Soft Rosette (100%) Tier 4 Slot 2: Sunset Crackle (100%) Tier 3 Slot 3: Sunset Feralis (100%) Tier 3 Slot 4: Sunset Lace (100%) Tier 3 Slot 5: Sunset Valiant (100%) Tier 3 Slot 6: Darken Seal (100%) Tier 1 Slot 7: Sunset Lace (100%) Tier 3 Slot 8: Sunset Siamese (100%) Tier 3 Slot 9: White Luster (100%) Tier 1 Slot 10: Noctis Heavy Rosette (100%) Tier 4 This lion has 3 markings hidden on the following slots: 11, 12, 13
Genetics	Black Light Solid Special
Eyes	Dawn
Mane Type	Thick
Mane Color	Divine
Mutation	Patches (Charred)
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Cape Town Mountaintops Above Lavish Mane [Sunset] Lab Test Frog Veil of Sunset Rain

Lifetime
Attacks Defended	9	Explore Steps Taken	4987	NPCs Defeated	275
Lions Sent Away	5	Lions Killed	90

Studding Services
This male lion is offering studding services, for a price of 1 GB OR 300 SB. Lionesses must have a minimum of 5% fertility to breed. This male lion has 15/15 studding slots left open this week. * Selecting an item to send with the request will remove the item from your hoard and apply it to the stud if your request is accepted. If your request is removed or denied for any reason the item will be returned to you. Multiple items can be sent at the same time providing they do not cancel each other out in their effects. * Breeding to a mutated stud does not affect your chances of conceiving a mutated cub unless the stud is a variation of piebald or primal.

Studding Services

This male lion is offering studding services, for a price of 1 GB OR 300 SB. Lionesses must have a minimum of 5% fertility to breed.

This male lion has 15/15 studding slots left open this week.

* Selecting an item to send with the request will remove the item from your hoard and apply it to the stud if your request is accepted. If your request is removed or denied for any reason the item will be returned to you. Multiple items can be sent at the same time providing they do not cancel each other out in their effects.

* Breeding to a mutated stud does not affect your chances of conceiving a mutated cub unless the stud is a variation of piebald or primal.

Biography
The rain had soaked you to the bone by the time you reached the den tucked into the hillside. You stepped inside without thinking—anything to get out of the downpour. A voice met you before your eyes could adjust. “Bold entrance.” From the shadows padded a tall lion, his mane slightly tangled from the damp air. A delicate, dawn-colored veil hung over his eyes, shifting slightly as he moved. You knew he was looking right at you. “Not the worst idea I’ve seen,” he said, circling you with casual interest. “But definitely up there. Some of my lionesses are a few roars short of sane. You’re lucky I found you first.” You didn’t speak—partly out of caution, partly out of confusion about the veil. He noticed. “Ah, this?” He pointed a paw at his face. “Can’t explain it. Can still see. Magic? Madness? Dramatic flair? Let’s say ‘yes’ to all three.” He grinned wide and gestured deeper into the den. “Come on then. You’re wet, freezing, and look about two steps from collapsing. I promise not to bite. Today.” You followed him in, past curious eyes watching from the shadows.

Biography

The rain had soaked you to the bone by the time you reached the den tucked into the hillside. You stepped inside without thinking—anything to get out of the downpour.

A voice met you before your eyes could adjust.

“Bold entrance.”

From the shadows padded a tall lion, his mane slightly tangled from the damp air. A delicate, dawn-colored veil hung over his eyes, shifting slightly as he moved. You knew he was looking right at you.

“Not the worst idea I’ve seen,” he said, circling you with casual interest. “But definitely up there. Some of my lionesses are a few roars short of sane. You’re lucky I found you first.”

You didn’t speak—partly out of caution, partly out of confusion about the veil. He noticed.

“Ah, this?” He pointed a paw at his face. “Can’t explain it. Can still see. Magic? Madness? Dramatic flair? Let’s say ‘yes’ to all three.”

He grinned wide and gestured deeper into the den.

“Come on then. You’re wet, freezing, and look about two steps from collapsing. I promise not to bite. Today.”

You followed him in, past curious eyes watching from the shadows.

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