[noreptiles_]

Tanzeni lions are slightly smaller than their African cousins but are equally as dangerous unless raised from birth. They reach maturity at about seven years of age, and live twice as long as regular lions. The oldest recorded was a male in the wild reaching 57 years of age, ten years longer than the average. Tanzeni lions come in every color but unnatural colors severely hinders their ability to hunt and most brightly colored TZL's are shamans or healers. All Tanzeni lions are born with an innate love of snow. Tanzeni lions are omnivores, feeding on both meat and berries when the season permits. Tanzeni lions have a social hierarchy that is similar to other lion species.

You guys are lucky I love you. :)
This girl is a hunter, her coat matching one of a panther.
To win her, fill out the forum below...
Good luck.

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{ -- ⇝ N a m e ; ;
Aeranas
meaning 'air' and bird, flying thing' in malay.
{ -- ⇝ G e n d e r ; ;
Aeranas is a female, a lioness of her species.
{ -- ⇝ A g e ; ;
four years
{ -- ⇝ R a n k ; ;
Hunter; she is death on four paws during the hot months but when the winter snows coat the
ground in soft white powder she struggles to hide an ebony pelt.
{ -- ⇝ B r i e f P e r s o n a l i t y ; ;
Aeranas, the experienced hunter. It is she whom teaches the young recruits, to tuck their paws
under their unruly bodies and it is she who watches them on their first hunts, she who is present
for their feather-giving and through their sadness and pain, and their happiness too. Aeranas has
been there longer than most, a daughter who did not travel and whom has no mate; no, she has
devoted herself to teaching others to hunt even when her pelt keeps her from doing the same.
Sometimes it is enough.
Sometimes when the night is pale and cold and clear she looks to the skies spread out like so
many tiny suns, the blackness reflecting her pelt and wonders if perhaps, after all, it is not enough.

[Rising Sun]

SOOOO cute

[parlaymars]

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{ -- ⇝ N a m e ; ;
Aeranas
meaning 'air' and bird, flying thing' in malay.
{ -- ⇝ G e n d e r ; ;
Aeranas is a female, a lioness of her species.
{ -- ⇝ A g e ; ;
four years
{ -- ⇝ R a n k ; ;
Hunter; she is death on four paws during the hot months but when the winter snows coat the
ground in soft white powder she struggles to hide an ebony pelt.
{ -- ⇝ B r i e f P e r s o n a l i t y ; ;
Aeranas, the experienced hunter. It is she whom teaches the young recruits, to tuck their paws
under their unruly bodies and it is she who watches them on their first hunts, she who is present
for their feather-giving and through their sadness and pain, and their happiness too. Aeranas has
been there longer than most, a daughter who did not travel and whom has no mate; no, she has
devoted herself to teaching others to hunt even when her pelt keeps her from doing the same.
Sometimes it is enough.
Sometimes when the night is pale and cold and clear she looks to the skies spread out like so
many tiny suns, the blackness reflecting her pelt and wonders if perhaps, after all, it is not enough.

[noreptiles_]

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{ -- ⇝ N a m e ; ;
Aeranas
meaning 'air' and bird, flying thing' in malay.
{ -- ⇝ G e n d e r ; ;
Aeranas is a female, a lioness of her species.
{ -- ⇝ A g e ; ;
four years
{ -- ⇝ R a n k ; ;
Hunter; she is death on four paws during the hot months but when the winter snows coat the
ground in soft white powder she struggles to hide an ebony pelt.
{ -- ⇝ B r i e f P e r s o n a l i t y ; ;
Aeranas, the experienced hunter. It is she whom teaches the young recruits, to tuck their paws
under their unruly bodies and it is she who watches them on their first hunts, she who is present
for their feather-giving and through their sadness and pain, and their happiness too. Aeranas has
been there longer than most, a daughter who did not travel and whom has no mate; no, she has
devoted herself to teaching others to hunt even when her pelt keeps her from doing the same.
Sometimes it is enough.
Sometimes when the night is pale and cold and clear she looks to the skies spread out like so
many tiny suns, the blackness reflecting her pelt and wonders if perhaps, after all, it is not enough.

Congratz!

[parlaymars]

Oh my gosh thank you! I will treasure Aeranas forever <3