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Grumpy Theta

Lion Stats
Experience
11136 / 18590 (59%)
Level 14
Strength 194 Speed 205
Stamina 163 Smarts 169
Agility 178 Skill 97
Total Stats: 1006


Lion Currents
Age 10 years, 7 months old
Hunger
0%
Energy 100 / 100
Impression
Dreamboat
Personality
Heartless (Evil)
Breeding Info
Father Unknown Mother Unknown View Full Heritage
Last Bred N/A Fertility N/A View All Cubs Bred (25)
Appearance Markings
Base Argent (Sandstone Skin) Slot 1: Bone Undershine (100%) Tier 3
Slot 2: Feline 4 Dark Brown (100%) Tier 2
Slot 3: Ruffian Feline (70%) Tier 3
Slot 4: Chocolate Freckles 1 (83%) Tier 3
Slot 5: Spice Mantle (20%) Tier 1
Slot 6: Feline 2 Ginger (35%) Tier 2
Slot 7: Clay Beard (25%) Tier 1
Slot 8: Lilac Freckles 3 (20%) Tier 2
Slot 9: Bone Facial 1 (75%) Tier 1
Slot 10: Bone Ear Spots (100%) Tier 1
Genetics Cream Medium Solid Rare
Eyes Earth
Mane Type Savage
Mane Color Pearl
Mutation Piebald (Magpie)
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
Lake Alaotra

Above
Lab Test Frog
Mark of ShameCustom Decor
Jingle Bones
Deep EyesCustom Decor
Expression: Doubt [Cream Eyelids]
Event Scar: Worn Eyes
Event Scar: Poached
False Buchu
Event Scar: Ripped Chin
Ripped Lion's Tail
Locust Earrings [Green]
Fog Swirls

Below
Muddy Slopes
Willowmore Cedar
Back Fog
Ladder Brake
Lifetime
Attacks Defended 7 Explore Steps Taken 18603 NPCs Defeated 354
Lions Sent Away 0 Lions Killed 586
Studding Services
This male lion is offering studding services, for a price of 300 SB. Lionesses must have a minimum of 30% 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



Thick, dark blood drips from the lioness’s spattered chin. Unfettered, she shakes her head before licking a few long strokes down her stained chest. Reeds from behind her rustle, as a small group of lionesses creep out from their stealthed observations. Ignoring the victorious lioness, they saunter forward, gazes cast downwards towards the dark auburn male. They had expected a mutiny eventually, of course - but they had not expected the tyrannical and blood-frenzied male to meet a short, but aptly fitting fate.
The bloodied lioness shakes her head again, the sound snapping the crowd out of their shock. She steps forward, gently nudging the other lions out of the way. The blood-muzzle mark she leaves on their shoulders like a mark of changing hands. Allowing space, they sidestep - and she crouches low, sinking her teeth into the thick and wild mane of the slain male. With a muffled, guttural growl she steps backwards. Muscles flexing, an unintentional show of sculpted form, she drags the carcass to the edge of the mire. A trail of compressed grass and ichor is left in her wake - the small, stubborn pockets of water staining muddy and red as she trudges through.
The edge of their claimant land, the driest edge of the swamp, she comes to a halt. Her head swings around, propping up the lion’s carcass like a human might prop up a stuffed doll. The heavy head sags while she turns around, sniffing out a suitable stick. She bites down on one end, using her paws to snap it off - rudimentary, but it splits how she hoped: into a pike. In a flourish, she turns and brandishes it, jogging over to the body of the male. She nudges the chin up to the sky, using her paws to angle the spike into the soft part of the jugular - impaling it.
A gruesome display, an unsightly ward, in hopes to ward off the coming unexplainable unnatural events to come.






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