The Tomb-Lion

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"'...it attempted to bite me, although without any real conviction. Honestly, I think it was glad of the attention. It pursued me down Cantersotts Way as far as the harbour, with its keeper wailing and running behind, shedding the occasional keeperly digit...'"[1]

The Tomb-Lion was once a performing animal for a show or circus, but it was unfortunately mistreated and now resides in the Tomb-Colonies.[2] It is accompanied by a keeper,[3] and is wreathed in bandages and a rather horrid odor.[2][4] Despite its squalor, it is loyal and seemingly quite intelligent,[5][6] and it retains its regal demeanor and aggression towards disrespect.[4][7] Its diet is mysterious; it shows no interest in any kind of food, and it is unknown whether it eats at all.[8]

References

  1. '...but then, we are all maltreated here...', Fallen London
  2. 2.0 2.1 I Met a Curious Creature, Fallen London "'The bandaged lion was once a performer in some travelling show or circus. It had been maltreated...'"
  3. '...but then, we are all maltreated here...', Fallen London "[...] its keeper wailing and running behind, shedding the occasional keeperly digit..."
  4. 4.0 4.1 Tomb-Lion, Fallen London "Regal and threatening. But, dear God, the smell..."
  5. '...I made overtures...', Fallen London "'I gained its loyalty through a substantial kindness.'"
  6. Duplicate the tail of a Tomb-Lion, Fallen London "The Tomb-Lion is not best pleased to be asked to enter a butcher shop, and not much reassured by the signs advertising 'NO-KILL MARROW'. But once its tail is duplicated [...] it is intrigued; [...] it wants a set for itself. Wearing one's own tail as a necklace makes a notable adornment."
  7. '...but then, we are all maltreated here...', Fallen London "'I amused myself for a little [...] '...it attempted to bite me, although without any real conviction. [...] It pursued me down Cantersotts Way as far as the harbour, [...]"
  8. '...so I set myself the task of feeding it up...', Fallen London "It refused everything! Live bats, dead bats. Mushrooms, [...] Fish, [...] It became affectionate, however [...]"