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Waazo, the Incredible

Lion Stats
Experience
3013 / 3960 (76%)
Level 7
Strength 84 Speed 82
Stamina 103 Smarts 79
Agility 88 Skill 17
Total Stats: 453


Lion Currents
Age 9 years, 10 months old
Hunger
0%
Energy 100 / 100
Impression
Not Impressive
Personality
Heartless (Evil)
Appearance Markings
Base Blonde (Fallow Skin) Slot 1: Dark Brown Vesture (100%) Tier 0
Slot 6: Brown Mask (31%) Tier 0
Slot 7: Onyx Siamese (53%) Tier 3
Slot 8: Noctis Thrashed Back (52%) Tier 3
Slot 9: Noctis Thrashed Chest (58%) Tier 3
Genetics Cream Dark Countershaded Common
Eyes Saffron
Mane Type Thick
Mane Color Onyx
Mutation Patches (Rift)
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations

Above
Darwin's Bark Spider
Lifetime
Attacks Defended 0 Explore Steps Taken 2497 NPCs Defeated 17
Lions Sent Away 1 Lions Killed 0
Studding Services
This male lion is offering studding services, for a price of 1 GB OR 350 SB. Lionesses must have a minimum of 0% 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
You approach this lion, his black mane blows in the wind. His sharp amber gaze turns on you and they narrow. He doesn't make any move towards you as you back away, unnerved by his silence, though there was almost consideration in his gaze before you cautiously treaded away.

You were minding your business, your eyes closed as the wind ruffled your fur/mane. Zephyr approaches you kindly and curls up by your feet without a word. He looks lonely, so you lay down and groom his beautiful dark piebald fur. He seems surprised but hesitantly leans against you with a purr rumbling in his throat. You rest your head on his rising flank and slowly drift into a dream...





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