๐’ฑ๐‘’๐“‡๐“ƒ๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ˆ

Lion Stats
Experience
6462 / 8910 (72%)
Level 10
Strength 68 Speed 82
Stamina 84 Smarts 72
Agility 67 Skill 7
Total Stats: 380


Lion Currents
Age 4 years, 8 months old
Hunger
0%
Energy 100 / 100
Impression
Dreamboat
Personality
Chivalrous (Good)
Appearance Markings
Base Haruspex (Black Skin) Slot 1: Lycaon Heavy Noctis (100%) Tier 3
Slot 2: Ebony Brawl (67%) Tier 3
Slot 3: Hyena Stripes Heavy Noctis (100%) Tier 3
Slot 4: Under White 2 (39%) Tier 0
Slot 5: Black Cheetah Soft (22%) Tier 1
Slot 7: Vitiligo 8 (66%) Tier 2
Slot 9: Feline 2 Elysian (22%) Tier 5
Slot 10: White Mottled Fissures (32%) Tier 3
Genetics Black Dark Solid Special
Eyes Cloudy
Mane Type Diabolic
Mane Color Onyx
Mutation Piebald (Dappled)
Marking Slots
11
Equipped Decorations
The Nav

Above
Flame Accents - Nav [Paws]
Heavy Metal Bodywear
Lab Test Frog
Snake Skin Bodywear [Dark]
Rump Fluff Extensions [Salt & Pepper]
Black Rabbit Cloak
Underbelly Fluff Extensions [Salt & Pepper]
Daddy Beard Extension [Onyx]
Fan-Tailed Raven
ร–rdรถg Tail Extension
Glorious Mane [Dark]
Demonic Bull Horns
Common Raven [1]
Lifetime
Attacks Defended 0 Explore Steps Taken 2105 NPCs Defeated 222
Lions Sent Away 12 Lions Killed 0
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 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
A King for someone quite special.
Nnvernios or "Vernios" (Looking to make a story with this Lion? Just let me know! I have 13+ years of role-playing!)

โค๏ธ True Love โค๏ธ
The Dearest King of ๐“›๐“ช๐“ฒ๐“ต๐“ช๐“ฑ.

๐˜ผ๐™ก๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™š.
With the fire crackling along the night. Nnvernios, a young Lion saw the world differently than your typical King that swore to protect his people. Honorable leaders with the courage and skill to continue the Pride. He rather saw the world as a place where entities watched over them- how their actions were judged upon of what they have done and much more ideals that were stuck into his head. To protect his people using their ideals and judgement.

Though this was not always the case.

In his younger times, "Vernios" was a energetic and grateful little Cub. Running around and minding his own business; playing most of his times alone due to his different looks and the way he acted as a young lad. Thus most of his time as a younger cub was adventuring on his lonesome- finding out the different places of where the Pride stayed at. Not minding this at all, the young "Vernios" had a lot to grow off of, hoping one day he could make a friend.

That fire continued to burn.

๐˜ผ ๐™’๐™ž๐™จ๐™š ๐™๐™ง๐™ž๐™š๐™ฃ๐™™, ๐™‰๐™–๐™ข๐™š๐™™ ๐™Ž๐™ค๐™ก๐™–๐™ง๐™ž.
As the "Cub Years" of "Vernios" continued and almost to a close, his own wandering and shenanigans continued. Coming home everyday to his old small den and then going out majority of the day, taking each day all to himself. Though his wishes came to be- those hopes that he kept had came to him.

He made a friend.

An older Lion, Grandpaw Solari. Once rightfully the King of the Pride he was apart of, Solari had became the true friend of "Vernios". Taking care of him like he was his own Son. Whether it'd be bathing him, carrying him on his back and taking long walks with old stories to tell; it was this that made "Vernios" happy. Finally seeing as he had a great friend- a legendary figure that was in the Pride that he could brag to all the little Cubs about. Well . . . that is what his younger self would have done. But he realized there was no need to when he could just show it through the interactions that he and Grandpaw Solari have. This was the beginning of something new and nice . . . something that he himself could finally appreciate and love.

Though things were about to change.

๐™๐™๐™š ๐™ƒ๐™–๐™ก๐™› ๐™ˆ๐™ค๐™ค๐™ฃ.
With "Vernios" in his adolescent years, he continued to strengthen his bond with Solari. Now hunting and performing patrols with the other Lions, he proved to be a formidable and excellent hunter with exceptional combative skills. Whether it was against other and bigger lions or even some other animals that they would kill for food and other various things for the Pride. And with "Vernios" getting older, those stories that Solari told got more mature, and soon told the reality of the obstacles and problems that he would face overtime time. With those wise words, the young "Vernios" continued his way through his Adolescent years, entering into Young Adulthood; aware of what was to come and the problems he was going to face.

Though even the smallest of things can change ones view.

One night, "Vernios" was leading a patrol and finding food for the Pride, in the deeper parts of the savanna. Everything seemed normal, though weird things started to occur- whether it'd be the lack of animals around, or even the lack of sound. Complete utter . . . Silence. A large mist surrounded the patrol group, and thus- all that was seen was a Half-Moon reflecting through the grey sheet of mist. But that's where it all hit- a shadowy figure attacked the patrol killing a handful of them, including "Vernios". His carcass laying there on the ground- lifeless . . . those purple eyes now clouding, the patrol was lost to an unknown entity.

๐™Ž๐™š๐™˜๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™‡๐™ž๐™›๐™š.
The Catastrophe left the Pride in panic- as the Lions did not return. Though . . . on a stormy and gloomy day as the Lions in the pride gathered around for their lost members, friends and even seeing them as family, a figure was seen on top of a larger hill walking down slowly. As the lions of the pride went over to see what it was- it was no other than "Vernios" returning with nothing but himself. Scarred and cut up to all hell, with two, silver horns that protruded from the top of his head and out of his glorious mane. But how? How did he survive- no one came back . . . his wounds were fatal but he was still standing!?

The clouded eyes of "Vernios" looked to the pride.

"๐ˆ ๐ฌ๐š๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ."
"๐—ง๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ผ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฐ๐—ต ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐˜‚๐˜€."
"๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜† ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ธ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ฑ."
"๐—ง๐—ผ ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐˜ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น."
"๐—œ ๐—ฎ๐—บ ๐—ก๐—ป๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ผ๐˜€."

And with him saying his own name, it echoed around, with a Murder of Crows flying around him and landing by his feet. With horns forming onto his head and a loud eruption of purple flames formed onto his claws. And finally, a flicker of purple glimmered in his eyes.

๐—›๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ฎ ๐—ž๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด, ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฎ ๐—ฃ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ผ๐—ฟ.
๐—” ๐—š๐˜‚๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ.

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๐ˆ๐ง-๐†๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐ˆ๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ:
'After ๐’ฑ๐‘’๐“‡๐“ƒ๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ˆ was pushed into the mud by an elder sibling, Grandpaw -+/\๐•Š๐• ๐•๐•’๐•ฃ๐•š๏ฟฝ was the first to pick them up and give them a bath. Even as ๐’ฑ๐‘’๐“‡๐“ƒ๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ˆ sniffles, Grandpaw -+/\๐•Š๐• ๐•๐•’๐•ฃ๐•š๏ฟฝ gives them some good advice on what to do next time.'

'๐’ฑ๐‘’๐“‡๐“ƒ๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ˆ wanted to play "Lion, Lion, Hyena!" with their siblings today, but they were pushed out of the group and teased for being a little crycub. You were about to go over and see if they were okay when Grandpaw -+/\๐•Š๐• ๐•๐•’๐•ฃ๐•š๏ฟฝ arrived, telling the little cub not to mind the others too much, and that he would be happy to play instead. Brightening up immediately, ๐’ฑ๐‘’๐“‡๐“ƒ๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ˆ clambers up onto the great lion's back and the two go off to play elsewhere, while Grandpaw -+/\๐•Š๐• ๐•๐•’๐•ฃ๐•š๏ฟฝ tells an interesting story about meeting a lion called Apedemak... or was that Apollyon?'

'Nothing would calm down the wailing ๐’ฑ๐‘’๐“‡๐“ƒ๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ˆ until they were passed to Grandpaw -+/\๐•Š๐• ๐•๐•’๐•ฃ๐•š๏ฟฝ's paws. The old lion smothers ๐’ฑ๐‘’๐“‡๐“ƒ๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ˆ with his mane until they start giggling.'

'When ๐’ฑ๐‘’๐“‡๐“ƒ๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ˆs darts to Grandpaw -+/\๐•Š๐• ๐•๐•’๐•ฃ๐•š๏ฟฝ with a small rodent in their jaws, Grandpaw -+/\๐•Š๐• ๐•๐•’๐•ฃ๐•š๏ฟฝ tells them how wonderfully they'd done, and says they'll make an excellent hunter in the future.'





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