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Description
Name: Aethereum
ID: 177
Gender: Female
Eye color: Yellow
Markings: Oat cream with bellytone, scarf, mealy, sable, freckle, and livorem
Mutation(s): None
Breeder: Season of Love 2019
Training:

RP Information: Aethereum comes from a distant land, an offshoot of the main nemeion stock. Unlike those lions suited to individual combat, for sport, Aethereum was bred for war. She was built tall and broad to shoulder the weight of packs and heavy armor; she was trained as far back as her memories went to follow orders and perform in rank; she was taken to the battlefield and given the order to lead the charge. She fought for many days and many nights, and when it was over she was taken away, far from the wide open fields stained with the smell of blood and death, and she was walked mile after mile after mile until she came to a new place of blood and death, except here it was all for glory.

She couldn't understand why these cats fought one another, fought man one on one until one or the other was felled, when there was no battle raging on outside. Why was this place of carnage so pristine? Why were there humans jeering from above, lusting for blood but not taking any of it themselves? She was taken into the ring and pitted against her fellows, who were very like her but also distinctly different. They knew how to fight, how to rage and hate in the arena, and they attacked with a singular purpose, but no greater goal than to win the individual battle. Where were the great armies, the massive machines of war, the thundering hooves and chaos? Even in the utter confusion of the battlefield, Aethereum always knew her purpose: to serve the great army of the north in the battle against their enemies. Here she knew nothing. She did not know why she should fight these beings, and so she did not. She resisted the lashings and the beatings, refusing to move. Her purpose was lost. What was she to do?

Eventually when her vision was hazy, her sides shallow and her limbs weak, she allowed them to move her, and she again went away, far far away from what she had known and to what was again unknown. When her mind returned to her, she found herself in a place of sanctuary, wide and open and where there was no smell of blood and death, where she found that her only purpose was to just...be.

Armor:

Owner: chiiaros
Designer: chiiaros

Lineage:
------------SS: Unknown
Sire: Hydra 6
------------SD: Unknown
------------DS: Unknown
Dam: Nerva 3
------------DD: Unknown

Description
Name: Aethereum
ID: 177
Gender: Female
Eye color: Yellow
Markings: Oat cream with bellytone, scarf, mealy, sable, freckle, and livorem
Mutation(s): None
Breeder: Season of Love 2019
Training:

RP Information: Aethereum comes from a distant land, an offshoot of the main nemeion stock. Unlike those lions suited to individual combat, for sport, Aethereum was bred for war. She was built tall and broad to shoulder the weight of packs and heavy armor; she was trained as far back as her memories went to follow orders and perform in rank; she was taken to the battlefield and given the order to lead the charge. She fought for many days and many nights, and when it was over she was taken away, far from the wide open fields stained with the smell of blood and death, and she was walked mile after mile after mile until she came to a new place of blood and death, except here it was all for glory.

She couldn't understand why these cats fought one another, fought man one on one until one or the other was felled, when there was no battle raging on outside. Why was this place of carnage so pristine? Why were there humans jeering from above, lusting for blood but not taking any of it themselves? She was taken into the ring and pitted against her fellows, who were very like her but also distinctly different. They knew how to fight, how to rage and hate in the arena, and they attacked with a singular purpose, but no greater goal than to win the individual battle. Where were the great armies, the massive machines of war, the thundering hooves and chaos? Even in the utter confusion of the battlefield, Aethereum always knew her purpose: to serve the great army of the north in the battle against their enemies. Here she knew nothing. She did not know why she should fight these beings, and so she did not. She resisted the lashings and the beatings, refusing to move. Her purpose was lost. What was she to do?

Eventually when her vision was hazy, her sides shallow and her limbs weak, she allowed them to move her, and she again went away, far far away from what she had known and to what was again unknown. When her mind returned to her, she found herself in a place of sanctuary, wide and open and where there was no smell of blood and death, where she found that her only purpose was to just...be.

Armor:

Owner: chiiaros
Designer: chiiaros

Lineage:
------------SS: Unknown
Sire: Hydra 6
------------SD: Unknown
------------DS: Unknown
Dam: Nerva 3
------------DD: Unknown