May I get the melanistic female cub?

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Creating a image for https://www.lioden.com/lion.php?id=794130525606 and https://www.lioden.com/lion.php?id=794125885220 :3

Here it is:
I used a base I made a long time ago, but it is still pretty crappy.

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As soon as I saw these two I could image how they found each other. https://www.lioden.com/lion.php?id=794130525613 - was shunned by their siblings because of their strange colouring. One day they decide enough is enough and decide to run away. After wondering aimlessly for hours it’s turns dark. Only now do they realise how afraid they are. They lay down and just cry. They cry until a friendly mew comes from behind them. https://www.lioden.com/lion.php?id=794130525658 Stands there with a smile knowing how it feels to be different having run away from hole themselves. They become best friends surviving together and decide they will find the place that accepts them. My pride >.<

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You pop your head into the den, not knowing what you will find. A twinkle in the corner catches your eye. You wonder what it is. As you creep forward, you see a majestic lioness who looks like a gold ingot. You are amazed and shocked. How could a lioness be so beautiful?

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Trying out for the following:
Ruffled 2 (plus her two cubs if possible as I love pies.)
New name: Alecia. (P!nk the singer's real first name)
New names for her cubs: Willow and Iris.

Story: Alecia groaned, it had been a dreary rainy day. Her fur was soaked through to her skin and she was wet, tired and hungry from a long but failed day of hunting. The golden ruffled lioness hadn't had any luck with catching any prey and she was very frustrated and annoyed. She was on her own at surviving, since she still had two young cubs to feed so she was as far as she could get from her pride. But she wasn't really doing any good at hunting by herself.

Alecia started her way back to her two cubs, frowning as she tried to avoid a large rain puddle as she padded through the wet grassland. "I hope my cubs are safe at least.." She murmured under her breath as she spotted the small forest glen where she had left her cubs hidden in. Suddenly she heard a lion's roar and she was struck with an overwhelming sense of fear. "My cubs! Willow and Iris, I'm coming!" She roared, yelling, crying out the names of her two young cubs as she raced towards them.

Once she reached where her two cubs were hiding, she spotted an large reddish orange male lion standing near, her two curious cubs who were playing with the male's tail. "Get back!" Alecia roared, threatingly as she was sure that the male was going to hurt her cubs.

"Why? I assure you that I had no intentions to harm your cubs. But I will do as you say." The male answered but he took a step back from the two cubs. When he did though, one of her cubs, Willow fell over in surprise as the tail that she was attacking playful, suddenly moved out from under her. "Owie! Mom! My toy moved away.." Willow cried in surprise but otherwise she was unhurt.

"Willow are you okay?" Alecia cooed as she rubbed her head gently against her cub before licking her upon her little head. "I'm fine, but mom you are embarrassing me in front of the nice lion!" Willow cried defiantly. "Oh, sorry my dear cub. I'm just glad that you and your sister, Iris are safe and sound." Alecia replied with a soft gentle smile, forgeting momentarily that the male was still there.

"Well, you look like you could use a good meal. Might I be able to offer you something to eat?" The reddish orange male offered as he pushed a small zebra forward, towards the golden ruffled lioness.
Almost instantly, Alecia brightened and smiled gratefully towards the male. "Really? I can have this zebra? You don't know how hard my day has been, this rain even though it's useful as been throwing off me all day. I couldn't catch a thing even though I had been hunting for hours" Alecia replied, smiling but frowning briefly at the thought of her failed hunting trip.

"You are more then welcome to help yourself to the zebra. I'm sorry to hear that your hunting trip didn't go as you planned." He nodded and pushed the zebra closer to the hungry lioness. "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Kaballi, nice to meet you? And you are?" Kaballi added with a gentle smile. "I'm Alecia. Nice to meet you, Kaballi. You are the nicest male that I've ever met, my pride leader would never give away food like this." Alecia replied before helping herself to the zebra, eating ravenously.

After she finished eating, Kaballi spoke once again. "I see, would you like to join my pride instead? We always have a good supply of food in our territory and your cubs are more then welcome to come along too." He offered warmly. "Really? It would be nice to not have to worry all the time about my cubs." She paused, considering his offer. "Sure! I would like that very much" Alecia responded.


Feathery
New name: Sunflower.
Poem:
Sunflower,
sunflower growing in the sun,
I just want to know if you'll be the one.
I've picked you some flowers to put in your hair
and I hope that they'll stay there.

Sunflower,
sunflower, my dear,
you shine like the sun.
Without you here, my dear, I'd be in the dark.
I don't know how long we've survived apart.
My life was grey before you came long.
Now that you're here, my life has meaning once again.
The skies are blue and the flowers bloom just for you.

Sunflower, sunflower, won't you please say that you'll stay?
Can you hear the birds, how they sing just for you?
The butterflies visit this valley, just to in order to see your beauty.
The trees are green with envy of your long flowing mane.
And my heart, it flutters with joy when I see your face.
But most importantly, if you stay, I will keep you safe.

Our cubs will grow up in the safety, under the watchful eye of my pride.
They will frolic in safety, chasing after butterflies.
They will learn to hunt and make you and I proud.
So sunflower, sunflower won't you just stay?
And be my mine forever more?

Trilana
Name: Trilana (keeping it)
The goddess of lions had blessed her since birth. For when she was born, her golden fur shined, glowing like the sun. Her mother was fiercely protective of her and did all she could to protect her from her father. She even left her pride's territory and started living on the edge of another pride's territory. Her young life was full of long days of play, hidden away in a small forest glade. She hunted small bugs and chased after butterflies. When she was old enough, she finally met her fellow pridemates and she did it with grace. She quickly became close friends with the other cubs and often pretended to go on hunts with her friends.

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Can I have blind or achromnia 10?

I will send you art when I create it!

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#794125792736... https://www.lioden.com/lion.php?id=794125792736

My lady dearest, with stripes that shine a vibrant red,
Your eyes have shaken me, and snaked their way into my head.

Your gaze settles on the land with intensity unmatched by those around you,
And your tail whips with the confidence of a lioness who speaks the truth.

You've said only one word to me in the time I've grown to know who you are,
Only once, when I was too tired and too unsure of where I was, or how far.

But that word still echoes within my skull, and of me it threatens to enthrall,
what you spoke to me all those days ago; was simply your name my dear: "Fall."

((Hey! I'm not sure if she's available, but I did see she was in the cave so I decided to go for it. If she's unavailable, just let me know by messaging me, and thanks regardless of if she is or isn't ^w^)

(This was fun to write.)

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Trying out for 4. Here is Confident Trophy first:
A voice itself, gleaming in the sun.
For such a life, I searched for one.
Yet, here he stands, a morning galore.
A sight so brilliant, eyes are sore.
A Confident Trophy awaits it's lore.

Next, is Another Trophy:
A smile so kind, it it lights the night.
In every war, it stops the fight.
Walking down, heads turn.
As each mind churns and churns.
They ask themselves "What a sight"
All my life, this is a delight!

After that, I am trying for Melanistic.
Shadows cross, darken a light.
The only thing you shall see,
Is the reflection from her eyes.
A beautiful color, like the stars,
Yet I can't see her from afar.

Lastly, I will be trying to adopt Topaz Light Svelte
Her she is, a gem in the sun.
I wonder if I will see another one.
Her fur is cloudy, and so light.
Just like the sky, and a sunset night.

If you do let me adopt them, please send them to my side account #183350

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Original name & ID: melanistic #794130525606
Name : Asphodel

Story :

With the loud wind echoing throughout the harsh forest, the willow tree stood tall and only gave small shakes. Though the storm was cruel, the willow protected the lions below, leaving them for a peaceful sleep and a calm night.
A small cry was hardly heard, but a large, sandy blonde king flicked his ears, his bold yellow eyes flashing open. Though he was a new king, him and his small pride still were thriving.
He glanced towards the cubs, wondering if it was them who had awoken him. But to his dismay, they were fast asleep next to their brood-mother. Concern gripped his chest, frightened that a cub had been left in this terrible storm. Grunting, he lifted himself up, waiting to hear another cry to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.
As expected another high-pitched cry was heard, sending the king into a small panic. It was a cub he heard! Leaping over the two sleeping lionesses, he slipped out of the safety of his willow tree home and darted into the forest.
The wind pushed hard against him, which gave him some help slightly as it blew his large main out of his face. Another yelp was heard to his left. Turning abruptly, he slipped in the mud, rain splattering against his thin coat. He sneered as he stumbled to his paws, mud painting his light colored coat. The king continued to run in the direction, the yelps and cries getting louder as he closed the space between them.
He soon heard a whine very close, almost next to him. He slid to a stop, he claws racking the muddy forest ground. Abham darted his gaze around, looking for the cub but it was nowhere to be seen. He called for it, only earning a weak cry back. Concern and fear plastered his face as he sniffed. The rain had covered any scent that could have been here.
His heart froze as he saw movement next to a large jungle tree. He crouched down, moving closer. To his surprise, a small cub lie there, petrified. No wonder he couldn't see the poor cub, it was darker then the night itself. It only looked about four months old. How could a lioness leave its child here?
He nuzzled against the cub, attempting to warm the freezing cub. The king nudged it under the safety of the above ground roots, pushing himself around it.
"Asphodel.."
He breathed, out of breathe. "Your name will be Asphodel."


The next morning, the king brought the cub to his pride. His pride welcomed it with open arms.
"Hey! A new cub! Can I play with it?!"
"Naida! That is no way going to happen. The poor cub looks traumatized!"
"Hey, little one! Your fur is darker than mine! WOW!"
"Pretty!!"
He smiled as the cub sat between his front legs, bewildered by all the compliments. But one stood out to him.

"Could it be a gift from our willow?"
That comment took him off guard. Acantha could be correct. The willow had been protecting them since they found it and in return they made sure life stayed well on its branches.
"She looks like it. Asphodel... You're the gift from our dear willow, aren't you?" He purred, gazing down at the pure black kitten.
The kitten gazed up, a smile plastered on its small head. Only squeaks came out as it rushed between the legs of the pride, earning many surprised yelps. As the cub ran, it jolted to a stop as it pressed its head against the willow.
A sudden warm chill blew across the area around them. A cheer of joy erupted through the pride.
"The willow has gifted us a cub! A cub we say!"


Hope this is good enough! It was super fun to write!

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Could i get Melanistic (https://www.lioden.com/lion.php?id=794130525606)
Her new name: Zuri

Lions are beautiful, smart, and clumsy
However, sometimes they can be grumpy
Full of joy, they jump around
Waiting for someone new to come around

(Let me know if i need to write another one) :)

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https://www.lioden.com/lion.php?id=794130525614 , https://www.lioden.com/lion.php?id=794130525744 , https://www.lioden.com/lion.php?id=794123208233 , https://www.lioden.com/lion.php?id=794122787995 and https://www.lioden.com/lion.php?id=794122850587 are of my interest ^^ I love piebald lions, as you can see from my picks of interest

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Hiya! I have a question. Are all of these lions in the cave for adoption? What about the ones that say keep, and the cubs that aren’t weaned?

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Is the melanistic female cub available for adoption? I'd absolutley LOVE to have her :)
Her name would be Hala f I get ber :)

A cub, darker than the sky at night. Rested peacefully on her siblings as they snored away....her fur a pitch black, almost as if she were trying to blend Into the shadows. She yawned awakening from her slumber

This cubs name was Hala. Her name meaning "Moon Halo". Her pride had never seen any lioness like her, a lion void of all color. Which was extremely odd in her pride as the lionesses were all colorful and as bright and flamboyant as flamingos!


(Hey I'm not very good at story telling but I really really want to give the melanistic cub a good home, not because I want to breed her)

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The melanistic cub, I know other people have asked for her, however, i would like her for my set in which i am trying to breed achromias or melanins.

The jungle so soft and green
With little birds flying in between
the huge branches on the tree.
That is the sound of spring

grass healthy bright and sharp
like the black little cub's big big heart
from her mom they've long been apart
That is the sound of summer

Orange leaves upon the ground
through the wind the dance around,
the darkest cub all safe and sound
that is the sound of fall

Fluffy snow so cold and fun
the little cub had run,run,run
into the arms of a big white one
That is the sound of winter.

Safe and sound the cub is today,
laughing, eating and even a little play,
that big toothy smile so soft and gaye
And that, that is the story of the melanin queen
who played in the jungle so soft and green
and the sharp little grass
and the earth in between
the big old trees
with bright orange leaves
in the plump white snow which glowed and gleamed.

And the achromia baby

A white small tail mixed in with the rest,
with the intent to reach the breast
sitting with her siblings in a big warm nest

1 year old the cub is now
Stalking a farmer who is by the plow
a gun he takes and it goes pow! pow! POW!

She limps home all broken and hurt
If only I could find my worth
from now on she must be alert.

She walks to her king with a bandaged leg,
He bellowed "YOUR LUCKY YOUR NOT DEAD"
So she left and went to bed

Why isnt it apparent to them
That the problem is the color of my skin
can i not trust my kin

soon it is all white and bright
I see a cub, dark as night
The opposite of my light white

Different colors we might seem
but inside the same color are we
we know what different means to be

Yin and Yang they call us today
together we sun a play
her in the night and me in the day

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Hello!! Thanks for doin this!! Lions I'm interested in:
https://www.lioden.com/lion.php?id=794130525744 (Topaz Sveltie Piebald Cub!)
https://www.lioden.com/lion.php?id=794125089048 (Fuzzy!)

Writing for the Cub:
Ryker strolled across the Lone Wanderer's territory, his blue and green eyes sparkling with wonder. So many beautiful lions were gathered, all under Fedor's allegiance. Many were up for adoption, and that was why the primal king had come. He wanted to support the practice of adopting excess lions rather than killing them or chasing them off to fend for themselves. The sight of so many unique lions, lionesses and cubs filled his heart with contentment. The russet king continued his stroll, trying to be respectful about how he was sizing up each lion.
"Auoff!!" Ryker felt something small and furry squirm beneath him, nearly tripping him as it careened into one of his paws. He jumped back, startled. Glancing down to his paws, he recognised a tiny cub rubbing its head as it looked up at him. Gleaming red eyes met his gaze, and the cub leaped to its paws. Ryker let a smile grow on his face, and the cub burst out into howling laughter.
"Where's your mother?" Ryker asked, trying to hide his amusement. Perhaps another king would have been irritated that a tiny cub got under-paw, but to Ryker it was refreshing to see such a small cub full of such energy. "I dunno!" The cub replied in a high-pitched voice. She giggled. "That was so funny! You almost tripped! Are you okay?" She seemed completely oblivious to Ryker's huge size, and didn't seem all that worried about him having nearly fallen over.
"Cub! Cub, come on- oh." A lioness with milky gray eyes strutted over, her head held high. As she spotted Ryker, her posture grew more timid and reserved. "Er, sorry for my cub..." She murmured awkwardly. Ryker shook out his mane. "It's okay." He reassured the awkward lioness, glancing at the cub.
"You're both... Ready to leave Fedor's pride, correct?" Ryker asked gently, not wanting to offend the mother. The lioness seemed to droop slightly, her eyes fixed on her cub. Ryker followed her gaze. The little piebald cub was rolling around in the grass, not a care in the world. He smiled, compassion welling up inside of him. "What's your name?" He inquired, looking to the lioness.
"Morrigan." She replied quietly, her dull gaze empty. Despite that, Ryker had learned from his own cub Shuria that blind lionesses weren't as dull as their eyes looked sometimes. "Morrigan." Ryker sounded out her name, taking care to memorize it. "Your cub here seems lively. I have to admit, I think she would be a fantastic addition to my pride. As would you. It wouldn't be right to separate a cub from her mother." Tilting his head, Ryker have her his best smile. "Would you like to join me?"
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Writing for Fuzzy:
After conversing with Morrigan and her cub, Ryker moved on to see the rest of the pride. The burning sun above beat down on his heavy fur, and he frowned. He was grateful that food and water was plentiful, but the heat was sometimes too much for him. The primal king opened his mouth to pant. At that moment, he caught the eye of a fuzzy-maned lioness nearby.
She was beautiful, her glossy coat growing thicker around her neck. Her sharp green eyes seemed to swim with the color of the richest emeralds, and her pelt gleamed with the colors of a dying flame. Even the way she stood was graceful and majestic, as though she were a flamingo balancing on one leg without a care. Something stirred within him. Ryker was taken aback by her charm... And he was sitting there, open-mouthed and gawking.
The lioness seemed to hold back a laugh, and Ryker felt his pelt burn with embarrassment. But he couldn't let that hold him back. Shaking out his mane, he raised his chin and approached her. She smiled at him. Puffing out his chest, Ryker introduced himself. "My name is Ryker. I've come here to invite some lions to join my pride, and-"
"Yes." Came the quick response. Ryker shut his jaws, surprised at her interruption but not offended. The lioness ducked her head sheepishly but continued. "I'd love to go on an adventure with you." She purred, her emerald eyes sparkling. Ryker's heart jumped, and he let our a soft rumble. He dipped his head and affectionately reached out to rest his head on hers. Hopefully, Fedor would let him leave with her. His heart had already made room for this lioness, and he would do his best to treat her just as well as he treated the rest of his pride. Adoption was a good thing, for sure.

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