𝓐𝓻π“ͺ𝓭𝓲π“ͺ, the Maneater

Lion Stats
Experience
30154 / 31790 (94%)
Level 18
Strength 168 Speed 166
Stamina 125 Smarts 132
Agility 167 Skill 73
Total Stats: 831
Lion Currents
Age 9 years, 9 months old
Hunger
0%
Energy 100 / 100
Impression
Dreamboat
Personality
Fatherly (Kind)

Adult Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 59.615384615385%
Elder Stage 0%
Breeding Info
Father Unknown Mother Unknown View Full Heritage
Last Bred N/A Fertility N/A View All Cubs Bred (173)
Appearance Markings
Base Incense (Pale Skin) Slot 1: Cloudburst Brindle (100%) Tier 3
Slot 2: Tangor Brindle (41%) Tier 2
Slot 3: Stratosphere Vitiligo (55%) Tier 3
Slot 4: Nacre Lace (100%) Tier 3
Slot 5: Briar Panther (55%) Tier 2
Slot 6: Briar Panther (47%) Tier 2
Slot 7: Ukame Feralis (100%) Tier 3
Slot 8: Briar Margay (60%) Tier 2
Slot 9: Bone Underfelt (60%) Tier 2
Slot 10: White Venter (87%) Tier 3
Genetics Black Dark Solid Special
Eyes Dove
Mane Type Royal
Mane Color Orchid
Mutation Patches (Wicked)
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
Spooky Graveyard

Above
Expression: Delighted
Lab Test Frog
Fluttering Eyelashes
Event Scar: Turbulent
Witch Doctor ScribblesCustom Decor
Event Scar: Demonic Sigil
Egyptian Makeup
[White] Fabio FloofCustom Decor
Shiny Rock Left Earring Piercing [Black]
Obnoxious Raven
Giant Pouched Rat
Protecting Stars
Light The NightCustom Decor
Lifetime
Attacks Defended 4 Explore Steps Taken 26751 NPCs Defeated 660
Lions Sent Away 12 Lions Killed 3
Studding Services
This male lion is offering studding services, for a price of 1 GB OR 250 SB. Lionesses must have a minimum of 1% fertility to breed.

This male lion has 7/15 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
𝓐𝓻π“ͺ𝓭𝓲π“ͺ says: Roar hunt mrow snarl savannah, hunt mrow. Mewl pride grr mrow mew! Mrowl hunt huff. Prrrtful hss paw huff roaarlon, roaarlon prrrtful chufftly. Leap purr roaarlon.
Stat Tracker-
Starting Stat Count: 125


You've been walking for a while, cursing yourself for trying to find the pride you only heard rumors of. You were so preoccupied with mumbling you didn't realize how dark it suddenly became, the forest was eerily quiet now. You shake your head and look up, suddenly seeming to notice the darkness and stillness of the forest that was vibrant just minutes ago.

The echoing birdsong is gone, the warm sun on your fur is gone. Your fur itches like there's ants crawling through them, your nose wrinkles when you smell the faint scent of dead moss, hay and old bones. Your body screams at you to turn back but you ignore the unease and push forward, after a while of walking through the darkness, your unease grows. You finally give in and start to turn around but that's when you hear it, laughter, at first it seems amusing, genuine, like a lioness laughing while watching her cubs play. But then it turns mocking, directed at you, wickedly swirling in the dense darkness that seems to now weigh you down.

You lay low, covering your ears with your paws, pawing your ears hoping to drive the laughter away but it seems to drill into your skull, making your body cold with dread. And as the laughter suddenly stops you feel eyes watching you, in a panic you look up and see a light, and behind it a lioness. Her eyes regard you with amusement, but behind it you see undertones of envy.

Her voice is silky and sweet, but it still bothered you, it was too sweet, like the honey made by the bees that live in dried corpses and bonepiles. Tainted with the sweet aroma of death.....

"You shouldn't be here, this is no place for the living..." she says, half patronizing. You explain that you've been looking for her, to help with your pride and she scoffs, "I'm no angel, nor saint, I see no reason you would want anything from me."

Her white silky hair flows as she shakes her head, seeming to be puzzled by your request and insistance. "Fine, come with me, y/n, I'll give you what you seek, but the price may not be what you're willing to pay..." her voice darkens at the end of that sentence as she turns around. As she pads away you follow her slowly, her paws make no sound o the damp earth, her light she carries swings slowly side to side, rusty metal squeaking lightly.

You clear your throat softly, but in the intense silence it sounds more like a roar and she looks back, raising her brow at you. Fur bristling in embarrasment you ask her her name and she huffs, "You seek something you don't even know the name of, it's bothersome." But answers nonetheless...

"I have no name where I come from, but you mortals call me Aradia."





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