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View ♯┆ᴏʀᴘʜ⭒ᴇᴜꜱ .ᐟ ★'s Pride

♯┆ᴏʀᴘʜ⭒ᴇᴜꜱ .ᐟ ★, the Maneater

Lion Stats
Experience	5074 / 5390 (94%)
Level	8
Strength	270	Speed	290
Stamina	291	Smarts	389
Agility	294	Skill	7
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	1541

Lion Currents
Age	5 years, 1 month old
Hunger	20%
Energy	100 / 100
Impression	Impressive
Pose	Default
Personality	Self-Absorbed (Evil)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Nesso	Mother	Euzen (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	N/A	Fertility	N/A	View All Cubs Bred (41)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Incense (Black Skin)	Slot 1: Whisper Hair Band (100%) Tier 3 Slot 2: Noctis Siamese (100%) Tier 3 Slot 3: Henna Low Flow (64%) Tier 0 Slot 4: Goridhe Ruff (100%) Tier 5 Slot 5: Noctis Ringed (100%) Tier 1
Genetics	Black Dark Solid Special
Eyes	Intense Gold
Mane Type	Savage
Mane Color	Ancestral
Mutation	Primal
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Pure Morning Above Little Rascal - Poly Moonlit Emblem Stolen Machete Hare Bone Piercings [GE - Balkans] Bosnian Kurjak

Lifetime
Attacks Defended	0	Explore Steps Taken	3630	NPCs Defeated	78
Lions Sent Away	1	Lions Killed	42

Studding Services
This male lion is offering studding services, for a price of 1 GB OR 175 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 175 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
Borne of night and shadow, Orpheus the Maneater walks the world as a legend feared and revered in equal measure. His coat shimmers with the strange depth of Incense, a smoky hue that seems to absorb the moonlight. Beneath it lies black skin, thick with the stories of survival. His intense gold eyes blaze like sunfire through smoke—beautiful, haunting, and impossible to meet for long. His savage mane, wild and coiling in an ancestral tone, is a crown of chaos. Some say it holds the scent of every lion he's devoured—others swear they’ve seen it ripple with the souls of the fallen. A Primal, Orpheus is a beast born of something older than gods, something that prowled when the world was still being named. His body is etched with strange, ritualistic marks: the faint glow of a Whisper Hair Band about his head, the dark veils of Noctis Siamese and Ringed, and the earthy trails of Henna Low Flow across his limbs like dried blood or dust from a sunless road. A moonlit emblem burns on his forehead—no one knows how it came to be. Some believe it’s a divine warning, others a trophy. Clinging to his side is a stolen machete, rusted and nicked, its last wielder now a memory in the dirt. Hare bone piercings rattle softly as he moves, like bones whispering secrets. But he is not without company. A rascally poly cub, cheeky and curious, follows in his shadow—some say the cub is his conscience, others think it's simply a child he hasn’t yet chosen to eat. His ever-present companion, a Bosnian Kurjak, keeps silent watch, eyes sharp and loyalty unshakable. They say Orpheus eats more than flesh—he devours pride, legacy, and even dreams. To challenge him is to gamble with your name, your body, and your future. Yet in the heart of his chaos lies a strange calm… the calm of something that knows it cannot be stopped. He is not just king. He is a hunger given form. He is the Maneater.

Biography

Borne of night and shadow, Orpheus the Maneater walks the world as a legend feared and revered in equal measure. His coat shimmers with the strange depth of Incense, a smoky hue that seems to absorb the moonlight. Beneath it lies black skin, thick with the stories of survival. His intense gold eyes blaze like sunfire through smoke—beautiful, haunting, and impossible to meet for long.

His savage mane, wild and coiling in an ancestral tone, is a crown of chaos. Some say it holds the scent of every lion he's devoured—others swear they’ve seen it ripple with the souls of the fallen.

A Primal, Orpheus is a beast born of something older than gods, something that prowled when the world was still being named. His body is etched with strange, ritualistic marks: the faint glow of a Whisper Hair Band about his head, the dark veils of Noctis Siamese and Ringed, and the earthy trails of Henna Low Flow across his limbs like dried blood or dust from a sunless road.

A moonlit emblem burns on his forehead—no one knows how it came to be. Some believe it’s a divine warning, others a trophy. Clinging to his side is a stolen machete, rusted and nicked, its last wielder now a memory in the dirt. Hare bone piercings rattle softly as he moves, like bones whispering secrets.

But he is not without company.

A rascally poly cub, cheeky and curious, follows in his shadow—some say the cub is his conscience, others think it's simply a child he hasn’t yet chosen to eat. His ever-present companion, a Bosnian Kurjak, keeps silent watch, eyes sharp and loyalty unshakable.

They say Orpheus eats more than flesh—he devours pride, legacy, and even dreams. To challenge him is to gamble with your name, your body, and your future. Yet in the heart of his chaos lies a strange calm… the calm of something that knows it cannot be stopped.

He is not just king.
He is a hunger given form.
He is the Maneater.

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