"Here's the list so far! Items and prices may change, however!"

"Ah, wait, you actually opened this? Well- heck! I'm not sure what I want yet! Breeding items are interesting, for sure, but I love a buyer's market - so what items would you offer to have some of my work? As mentioned, I love breeding items, but applicators, stat boosts, and even exp/imp boosts would help! To that end, so far all I can offer as a benchmark is the following!"
= 1000:sb / 1
= 1000:sb / 1
= 1000 / 1

Name(+ID optionally):
Lion/s and/or Location/s you want included:
What option you're purchasing + How you're paying:
What would you like me to write for this lion/these lions/this pride/this location?:
Do you have any desired tone/vibe for what you want me to write?:
Any specific details you want me to stick with (first person, second person, third person? Present tense, past tense? More passive tone or more active tone?)?:

For Multi Bios: Want me to use some HTML coding to put links to introduced lions in the bio so people can literally see who's being talked about?:
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Name(+ID optionally): Moth |(or)| Moth, #511782
Lion/s and/or Location/s you want included: https://www.lioden.com/lion.php?mid=511782 |(or)| https://www.lioden.com/lion.php?id=794238657137 and https://www.lioden.com/lion.php?id=794238887135
What option you're purchasing + How you're paying: 100-200 word individual bio, paying with 200 SB. |(or)| 100-300 Multi Bio, 400 SB Payment.
What would you like me to write for this lion/these lions/this pride/this location?: A basic scene of him introducing himself to a king searching for a stud, because I've written NOTHING for my main boy lmao. |(or)| A blurb with the two ladies talking with eachother before trying to sell prey/items/blah blah so I can put it in their bio and on my branch.
Do you have any desired tone/vibe for what you want me to write?: Not really, just keep it casual. Maybe work with him having the Mysterious personality? |(or)| Friendly with an underlying competitiveness, like two friends trying to beat each other at getting the biggest profit.
Any specific details you want me to stick with (first person, second person, third person? Present tense, past tense? More passive tone or more active tone?)?: Third person, other than that, whatever. |(or)| Second person from the perspective of a king browsing the branch.

For Multi Bios: Want me to use some HTML coding to put links to introduced lions in the bio so people can literally see who's being talked about?: N/A, just one lion. or Sure.

Wanderer Sprinkles Bio; 443 Words, 600 | Third Person, Humorous/Playful Tone | HTML Linked

[[I just needed a guy to watch my pride for the March exploration, sooo once he's done with his shift here ima story him up and hand him off! Story begins, below~!]]

Cracking like thunder, pelts torn as if teeth had been slung at them from ever so far away, faces and bodies defleshed but left untouched otherwise as if consumed by some monster...frankly, Sprinkles wasn't having none of it. No sir, nope, nuh-uh!! A coalition of lions offered relative safety while food was easy to scavenge up and tensions were low, but as poaching season drew to a close he began getting a bit antsy with the fangs that were flashed when he'd scrounge up his own daily ration. Though a merlot muzzle hauling the still-warm carcass of a hippo calf, only to drop it at his feet was a welcome reprieve, even if a heavy, wine-hued paw settled atop it afterward. "Att. I need a male to watch my territory while I'm searching for another pride. I think you know the deal." Worry burned in the younger male's chest as he cautiously danced around the matter, "Well, I've never been much of a fighter- I- when I was a yearling, I preferred to help the lionesses watch their cubs." Shrugging shoulders paired nicely with a hummed "Fine by me. You'd just be a warm body and a fresh scent to keep those cocky leopards from partying it up while I'm gone."

In mere moments Sprinkles had his mouth full of hippo, a muffled "Ih cahn do 'hat!" making his agreement crystal clear. With an amused sigh, the wine-hued king pawned off a loosely wrapped bundle of dried, silvery beetles to the coalition's bookkeeper, who was already skimming his mind trying to recall who had sold the spry, fatherly submale. Lured back by an aurora-like back contrasted in dark 'clouds' and paler, flamingo-hued striping, he took to his job nicely; Playing nice with the lionesses who were cautious at first but soon welcomed him like a son, becoming the number-one babysitter for tired mothers and aunties, and even sidling up with his new leader shoulder-to-shoulder to make...not very quick work, but work nonetheless of their intruding vehicles. But soon the poachers thinned, lionesses cleanly sweeping those who didn't have the graces of a roaring, metal shell to protect them, and once the familiar Fluffballs began sweeping the grazer-depleted terrain, Altairon proposed a deal. While he could return Sprinkles to the Trading Center, the king had contacts, and could arrange a safe journey for the young male to travel about, see how other prides lived, and simply live the life he sought; Freedom, happiness, and relaxation without the responsibility of a metaphorical crown.

By the time he announced his decision, the lionesses of Lumineth Hollow had already prepared a bundle of supplies for his journey.

🌠Horizon’s Veil🌠 Location/Background; 258 Words, 350 | Second Person, Curious/Exploratory/Casual Tone.

Straying into another king's lands was no unusual thing, yet the further you crept into this odd pride's territory the more unsure your surroundings became. After all, the sun was clearly up and yet the stars were still glimmering, the sky bright yet dim as if caught in an eternal 'blue hour'. Nevermind how the soil beneath your paws was soft, almost warm, yet snowy caps could be seen no more than a day's distance away - if even. While you had met lionesses on the mire skirting this place, they smelled purely of themselves and no others; in other words, they clearly weren't truly part of the pride. Now though, you could smell a thick tangle of scents within the foliage, snickering and shushing soon falling quiet as you loomed closer- what the!? A cub had lunged out, nipped your nose, and tore off howling with laughter, rosy speckling glimmering beneath the twilight hitting their pelt. A merlot-marked pride mate ran off after them, their laughter making it hard to think they weren't in on this game. Before you could wonder what kind of king would allow his cubs to wander off without supervision, a chill runs down your spine and sets your fur on edge. Brief glances over both your shoulders reveal that none of the mire-lionesses followed you deeper into the forests. So what was watching you like a hawk? Shaking your head to throw off the feeling, you follow after the cubs, chasing them right toward the snowy peaks with a weirdly soft green glow.