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Kouvr, the Special Snowflake

Lion Stats
Experience	17025 / 18590 (91%)
Level	14
Strength	98	Speed	109
Stamina	63	Smarts	54
Agility	94	Skill	58
Total Stats:		476

Lion Currents
Age	8 years, 11 months old
Hunger	0%
Energy	100 / 100
Impression	Dreamboat
Personality	Patient (Kind)

Breeding Info
Father	Agilieth ll (Deceased)	Mother	x — naga clone (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	N/A	Fertility	N/A	View All Cubs Bred (43)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Albino (Clouded Skin)	Slot 1: Cocoa Lace (70%) Tier 3 Slot 2: Mistletoe Mesh (70%) Tier 3 Slot 3: Gregarious Brindle (20%) Tier 3 Slot 4: Kimanjano Mottled Vents (100%) Tier 3 Slot 5: Noctis Soft Rosette (100%) Tier 4 Slot 6: Mottled Rosette (100%) Tier 5 Slot 7: Black Ripple (79%) Tier 1 Slot 8: Proteles Scarce Ebony (70%) Tier 3 Slot 9: Fiery Undercover (60%) Tier 3
Genetics	Black Light Solid Common
Eyes	Eldritch
Mane Type	Crested
Mane Color	Styx
Mutation	Piebald (Tovero)
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Challenge: Winter [Fur Cave] Above Lab Test Frog Body Paint: Ethereal Touch Cold Breath Georgian Red Fox White Tigon Cub Albino Wolf Puppy Shiny Rock Left Triple Ear Piercing [White] Winter Melanistic Cub Winter Achromia Cub Below Aging Cremello Horse

Lifetime
Attacks Defended	1	Explore Steps Taken	16332	NPCs Defeated	286
Lions Sent Away	11	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.

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
Kinged: Dec. 2022 Stats Then: 21 Stats Now: 467 ______ Kouvr received special visions since he was a cub. The last one he experienced was different. In his vision, he saw a grown lion, an older King of 12+ years, laying on the savanna floor. His flank rose and fell with obvious struggle. There was a giant gash exposing a rib, a wildebeest pierced the soft skin of his underbelly and ripped him clear up to his shoulder. His life's blood was spilling out over the floor. Kouvr ran towards the dying lion, horror written over his face. The body disappeared right as he reached it. He leaped forward, paws reaching towards where the poor King had just been, only to slice through empty air. Confusion filled his bones, along with a feeling of uncertainty. He was in a small clearing, surrounded by tall grass. A giant Baobab tree was the centerpoint and spilling around it's large trunk and roots, were a pride of lions. Lions of all sizes, shapes, colors, and mutations. But not just lions, all kinds of creatures. Living together in harmony. A large cremello horse, a fennec fox, an albino wolf pup; all playing together. It's his pride. The dying lion's. It has to be! All of them looked distraught. Some lionesses were pacing back and forth, their heads occasionally raising to glance off across the savanna. They were waiting for their King. A small tigon cub paced between them, its lips split into a soundless cry. A georgian red fox raised its head and blinked at him, eyes hopeful. "Did he send you?" The fox asked. All eyes were on Kouvr now. "I . . I'm not sure. I found him lying there, and then I saw the tree. I was drawn to it." Kouvr lowered his head to meet the smaller creatures gaze. The fox slid to his feet. "Then he has chosen. You are our new leader, young one. You have to find us." The fox's words echoed in his head while everything went black. Next thing he knew, he was awake. Back in his own pride, but with a consistent gnawing feeling in the roots of his belly. A yearning for something . . something out there. His pride.

Biography

Kinged: Dec. 2022
Stats Then: 21
Stats Now: 467
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Kouvr received special visions since he was a cub. The last one he experienced was different. In his vision, he saw a grown lion, an older King of 12+ years, laying on the savanna floor. His flank rose and fell with obvious struggle. There was a giant gash exposing a rib, a wildebeest pierced the soft skin of his underbelly and ripped him clear up to his shoulder. His life's blood was spilling out over the floor. Kouvr ran towards the dying lion, horror written over his face.

The body disappeared right as he reached it. He leaped forward, paws reaching towards where the poor King had just been, only to slice through empty air. Confusion filled his bones, along with a feeling of uncertainty. He was in a small clearing, surrounded by tall grass. A giant Baobab tree was the centerpoint and spilling around it's large trunk and roots, were a pride of lions. Lions of all sizes, shapes, colors, and mutations. But not just lions, all kinds of creatures. Living together in harmony. A large cremello horse, a fennec fox, an albino wolf pup; all playing together.

It's his pride. The dying lion's. It has to be!

All of them looked distraught. Some lionesses were pacing back and forth, their heads occasionally raising to glance off across the savanna. They were waiting for their King. A small tigon cub paced between them, its lips split into a soundless cry. A georgian red fox raised its head and blinked at him, eyes hopeful. "Did he send you?" The fox asked. All eyes were on Kouvr now.

"I . . I'm not sure. I found him lying there, and then I saw the tree. I was drawn to it." Kouvr lowered his head to meet the smaller creatures gaze.

The fox slid to his feet. "Then he has chosen. You are our new leader, young one. You have to find us." The fox's words echoed in his head while everything went black. Next thing he knew, he was awake. Back in his own pride, but with a consistent gnawing feeling in the roots of his belly. A yearning for something . . something out there.

His pride.

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