View Concord's Pride


Lion Stats
2132 / 990 (100%)
Level 4
Strength 18 Speed 30
Stamina 15 Smarts 28
Agility 14 Skill 25
Total Stats: 130

Lion Currents
Age 2 years, 3 months old
Energy 95 / 100
Hyperactive (Snarky)
Breeding Info
Father Unknown Mother Unknown View Full Heritage
Last Bred N/A Fertility N/A View All Cubs Bred (3)
Appearance Markings
Base Ukame (Peach Skin) Slot 1: Feline 6 Black (25%) Tier 2
Slot 3: Feline 3 Ginger (51%) Tier 2
Slot 4: Fiery Quail Flecks (50%) Tier 3
Slot 5: Ginger Freckles 1 (63%) Tier 2
Slot 6: Gold Brindle (30%) Tier 2
Slot 7: Briar Panther (40%) Tier 2
Slot 8: Onyx Dorsal Line (100%) Tier 2
Slot 9: Cream Inverted Shaded Rosette (90%) Tier 4
Slot 10: Feline 4 Silky (25%) Tier 2
Slot 11: Briar Rosette (56%) Tier 4
Slot 12: Noctis Tuxedo (100%) Tier 3
Slot 13: White Undertone (100%) Tier 1
Slot 14: White Freckles 2 (100%) Tier 3
Genetics Golden Light Solid Special
Eyes Apricot
Mane Type Tsavo
Mane Color Madagascar
Mutation Primal
Marking Slots
Equipped Decorations
Zen Garden

Concord, the Heartsick [Gold]Custom Decor
Falling Leaves
Scattered Pebbles [Mossy]
Black Mongoose

Translucent Jellyfish
Mossy Log
Attacks Defended 0 Explore Steps Taken 758 NPCs Defeated 19
Lions Sent Away 0 Lions Killed 0
Studding Services
This male lion is offering studding services, for a price of 1 GB OR 1500 SB. Lionesses must have a minimum of 35% fertility to breed.

This male lion has 11/15 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.

⊶⊶⊶ CONCORD ⊷⊷⊷
he / him | demiboy | not crazy

"My God, are you growing without me? Somebody help me."

I RMA a lot. If stud slots are off, it's probably an accident; DM me and I'll turn them back on.

If I'm out of slots, you can ask to send a bulrush, and all slots will be yours.

I gotta go so much bigger, so everybody's proud of me.
Welcome to the Neotheater.
Won't everybody take their seats?
And I'll be next up forever
'cause I don't know what's coming next.
I know I gotta grow up sometime,
but I don't think I'm ready yet.

"I know I gotta grow up sometime, but I'm not fucking ready yet."

Though he had suspicions before, Concord knew the moment he opened his newborn cub eyes that he wasn't supposed to be like this. He wasn't supposed to have three toddling legs with stubby paws or fuzzy round ears on the top of his head. Neither was he meant to have a long nose nor soft fur pelting his skin. He was a stranger to his own bizarre body, trapped in its childish confines. His last memories were of kissing his very human partner, dust and ash wet with the tears trailing down their precious face. This world bore no signs of the cataclysm of his past, and the giant cats that surrounded him concerned themselves only with the next hunt.

His lion mother christened him Dahlia for his striking orange fur, and he tolerated the name for her—this cub identity evidently was both her first and last, as she struggled with fertility her entire life until his peculiar conception. Though he got the vibe she wanted a daughter, she doted on him all the same, her only child. Despite her love, Concord struggled to even pretend to mesh in with and understand his new family, life, and culture. His now-congenital lame rear leg caused him undue stress in his new environment. He resented the pressure to consume raw carcasses, he screeched in terror and wept when his older cousins pounced on him in play, and he couldn't wrap his head around the hierarchy and structure. The strongest person he knew was his sister-in-law Harriet, but in his birth pride, the women—er, lionesses—weren't so highly regarded. He was already doomed to be cast out by his gender assigned at birth, but he was spurned even before then by his cousins and aunts—all but his lion mother. Frankly, he wasn't entirely upset by it. Pretending to be normal was exhausting, and watching the normal lion family frolic in joy just made his heart weep for what he had lost.

One day, on one of his strolls on the outskirts after a terrifying confrontation with a cousin mocking his lack of a mane, a magnificent flash of light in the distance drew his attention. Though every part of him prickled and burned with terror, his paws compelled him toward the phenomenon. Almost in a trance and against his will, he came upon a crater littered with glowing fragments—and in its center, a perfectly intact compass.

Suddenly, Concord knew what he had to do.

He left the suffocating lion pride younger than was expected of him, but with the compass's power pulsing through him, he knew he could stay no longer. His lion mother mourned her premature loss, and though he felt ugly for it, he set off following the needle's guidance.

It still has yet to lead him to anything of substance, but he clings to hope and curiosity. In solitude, he can practice his strange ways and stay mostly away from the peculiar and strict prides. He knows he has to keep going—they're out there somewhere. His sweet big brother, his lovely partner, his fierce sister-in-law, his best non-related-or-married friend—they have to be out there too. He can't be alone.

Concord has to find them.

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