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View Dark Beira's Pride

Sapphic Dark Beira

Lion Stats
Experience
7222 / 24750 (29%)
Level 16
Strength 116 Speed 151
Stamina 138 Smarts 126
Agility 108 Skill 14
Total Stats: 653


Lion Currents
Age 13 years, 5 months old
Hunger
0%
Energy 100 / 100
Impression
Dreamboat
Personality
Hyperactive (Snarky)
Breeding Info
Father Riza (Deceased) Mother CRB NCL (Deceased) View Full Heritage
Last Bred N/A Fertility N/A View All Cubs Bred (92)
Appearance Markings
Base Ice (Lavender Skin) Slot 1: Gold Back Spotting (49%) Tier 1
Slot 2: Glacial Frosting (100%) Tier 3
Slot 3: Proteles Scarce White (72%) Tier 3
Slot 4: Rime Feline (100%) Tier 3
Slot 5: Arctic Smoke (99%) Tier 3
Slot 6: Black Flow (36%) Tier 1
Slot 7: Feline 9 Elysian (97%) Tier 5
Slot 8: Cream Mottled Vents (31%) Tier 6
Slot 9: Noctis Mask (25%) Tier 1
Slot 10: Feline 8 Orchid (68%) Tier 5
Slot 11: Frostbitten Coat (20%) Tier 3
Slot 12: Ice Crackle (65%) Tier 3
Slot 13: Blue Poinsettia Proteles Heavy (50%) Tier 3
Slot 14: Lycaon Scarce Noctis (100%) Tier 3
Slot 15: Duskfall (19%) Tier 1
Slot 16: Quartz Underbelly (44%) Tier 1
Slot 17: Blue Dilution (13%) Tier 1
Genetics Black Dark Countershaded Special
Eyes Aqua
Mane Type Diabolic
Mane Color Cloudburst
Mutation Piebald (Tovero)
Marking Slots
17
Equipped Decorations
Frozen Sparkling Waterfall

Above
Cloak of Night
Lab Test Frog
Scattered Pebbles [Volcanic]
Winter Achromia Cub
Shiny Rock Septum Ring [White]
Shiny Rock Right Earring Piercing [White]
Snow Flurries
Moonlit Emblem
Moonlight
Body Paint: Ethereal Touch
Low Legwraps [Dark]

Below
Kopje Tree
Dreamsicle Ball Python
Lifetime
Attacks Defended 2 Explore Steps Taken 26890 NPCs Defeated 266
Lions Sent Away 1 Lions Killed 29
Studding Services
This male lion is offering studding services, for a price of 1 GB OR 425 SB. Lionesses must have a minimum of 1% fertility to breed.

This male lion has 14/15 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
Beginning Years as King:
After being born outside of her pride's royal heritage, Beira was still accepted into the pride with tears in her Kings eyes. Upon seeing her, the past King had immediately stated that she would continue his legacy, related or not.
Dark Beira is seen by her pride as a wonderful King, despite her lack of interest in doing so. She wanders the plains constantly, hardly ever in her own pride lands which she leaves to her Queen-Whysteria. When she is home, she takes comfort in interacting with her favorite cub (as seen above) little Fimbul Winter, a small Achromia cub born to an elder lioness, and named after the Three year long Winter that had marked the coming of the end of the world.

Later Years as King:
Beira has ceased the needless patrolling of lands, leaving it to the younger lions and lionesses. She is found entwined with Vision most often in the cave, with Fimbul Winter resting on her front paws. Beira is still wondering who the next King of the pride shall be, as she has put it off for so long. But now her bones ache, scars from battles earned, and a tiring outlook on life established, she cannot afford to put it off any longer.
She scans her pride mates in the cave, all resting alongside her.
'None have what it takes. Yet.'

Final Years as King:
One morning, Beira wanders from the cave, leaving her pride mates still sleeping. She strides over to the riverbank that separates hers and a neighboring pride. She dips her head down, lapping at the clear water which holds a reflection of the dawn. Her ears perk up, noticing some lion is nearby. Their scent drifts across the river. Beira slowly lifts her head from the water in time to catch a dark lion approach. Some small flashes of orange catch her eyes, the lions only noticeable markings. "And you are?..." The lion dips his head down and laps at the water on the other side of the bank. He lifts his head after a moment, his eyes staring into Beira's. "I'm..." his voice is harsh, "I'm your replacement." He growls as he charges into the water and up the bank.
It was a valiant effort...On his part. Beira walked away, her tail flicking tauntingly, as he struggled to get back on his paws. His head lowered in humiliation and defeat; he turns to leave. "Where do you think you're going cub?" Beira nods her head in the direction of the pride, "you have much to improve."

Starting Stats: 281





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