#242510
View King Calyx's Pride

Usual King Calyx

Lion Stats
Experience
33 / 440 (7%)
Level 3
Strength 8 Speed 13
Stamina 8 Smarts 10
Agility 8 Skill 13
Total Stats: 60


Lion Currents
Age 5 years, 2 months old
Hunger
20%
Energy 100 / 100
Impression
Barely Noticeable
Personality
Forgiving (Good)
Breeding Info
Father Dearest (Deceased) Mother Kip (Deceased) View Full Heritage
Last Bred N/A Fertility N/A View All Cubs Bred (0)
Appearance Markings
Base Prune (Burnt Skin) Slot 1: Ebony Brawl (83%) Tier 3
Slot 2: Prune Rumble (54%) Tier 3
Slot 3: Sunrise Margay (50%) Tier 3
Slot 4: Fiery Mottled Fissures (93%) Tier 3
Slot 5: Sunset Crackle (48%) Tier 3
Slot 7: Kimanjano Mottled Vents (71%) Tier 3
Slot 9: Feline 8 Maroon (57%) Tier 5
Slot 10: Feline 8 Elysian (100%) Tier 5
Genetics Red Dark Countershaded Rare
Eyes Pink
Mane Type Diabolic
Mane Color Haunted
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
Bloodbath

Above
Scar: Anklebiter
Shamanic Tarot: The Fool
Scar: Shoulder
Scar: Short Left Eye
Chain [Gold]
Jewelry: Amber Gem Headpiece
Krampus Horns
Krampus Tongue
Darwin's Bark Spider
Halo
Scar: White Eye Left
Lifetime
Attacks Defended 0 Explore Steps Taken 135 NPCs Defeated 3
Lions Sent Away 0 Lions Killed 0
Studding Services
This male lion is offering studding services, for a price of 2 GB OR 300 SB. Lionesses must have a minimum of 30% 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 surroundings are thick with the smell of vile smoke and rotting carcasses. You can practically taste it as it flows down your throat, and it stings with the prospect of death.
You've been walking for hours across ragged terrain, the pin-prick precision of volcanic rock shards digging between your paw-pads. Every inch of your body aches, and you crave for the sweet familiarity of your own land, your own pride. The mere thought lingers on the horizon.

The dreadful laugh of a hyena cuts through the air like butter, and you flinch. You've heard it one too many times on your venture through uncharted territory, through this place you know nothing about — protecting yourself from the unknown is undoubtedly the greatest challenge of all.
As the red and black world begins to spin around you, you realise with a muffled panic that you are falling nauseous. Not being able to defend yourself can prove fatal consequences, and you gulp as you stare up at the storm-brewing sky, clusters of vultures screeching high above.
The faint tinkling of metal parts rubbing against eachother floods through the clearing, and you whip around in alarm, despite not being able to see much through the dense fog shrouding your vision. The strangely comforting sound grows closer, and a smile slowly grows on your face as a warm light envelopes you.

*If this is the end, I want it to last forever.*

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(I'm getting back into the hang of writing, so if it sounds a little choppy, that's why!)





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