Biography
Annie was dead. At least, that's what they told her. They said she had died, and that her soul and body had separated, but somehow her psychological being had gotten left behind. They said that she had to find her soul and bring it back, or she'd slowly fade into insanity. They said that she wasn't supposed to be alive. They fed her lies, trying to convince her into believing that she was broken but fixable. It worked.
Annie spent two years searching for her soul. Two years of her life, wasted because of some stupid lie she had believed. Like an idiot. It had taken three wolves to tell her that it wasn't real; that she was really alive and there and that her soul was inside her like it had always been. Oh, she'd been so stupid.
Never again. Annie had vowed from that day on to never lose her soul, no matter what the costs. And if that meant killing anyone who got close enough to hurt her, so be it. She would not allow herself to believe anymore lies. She would not allow herself to be hurt ever again. She would not allow herself to love or trust or care ever again. No, she'd make them pay. She'd make everyone pay. Those deceiving wolves would never dare cross her again. She'd make sure of it, if it was the last thing she did.
Somehow, she'd found herself in the middle of the forest, lapping water from the river that split the woodland in two. She'd been following a faint but familiar scent, and she must have lost the trail and stopped to take a break. She wasn't giving up, of course. She didn't give up. But she was rather tired, and it didn't look like it would rain any time soon, which meant the scent would still be there after a few hours' rest. Sighing softly, she curled up near the riverbank, ears still on alert in case of an ambush.
A cold breeze weaved through the forest, sending a violent shiver wracking Annie's rather sizable frame. The green scarf around her neck did little to shield her from the cold, but it was the best she had. Her fur was thin and thus made colder weather absolutely miserable. She got sick every winter, usually more than once, which made finding Them that much harder.
Deciding that she would have to leave her position to seek warmer protection from the wind, she rose to her paws with a sigh, heading towards the scent of a lot of water. A lake, she told herself, tail wagging slightly at the thought. It'd been a while since she'd last gotten to sleep by a body of water larger than a small pond.
As she headed towards the lake, though, something caught her attention that froze her in her spot. Her ears twitched, alert and searching for a clue as to what had disturbed her. Peering into the undergrowth with light blue eyes, Annie spotted movement a little ways away. There! She lowered her body to the ground, the short fur on her stomach brushing up against the slightly damp grass. She bit back an awestruck gasp at the being that appeared from the bushes.
At first glance, Annie couldn't tell what kind of creature it was. After a moment, she realized it was a wolf, and a very magnificent one at that. The antlers (or were they horns? Annie couldn't remember the difference) atop its head were worn proudly and beautifully. But it wasn't the gear and accessories that caught her attention. No, she was completely mesmerized by the wolf sporting all of it.
Annie had never been in love before, nor did she ever wish to be. And she wasn't in love with the wolf strutting before her, but rather, the idea of them. It was a confusing concept, but one that made perfect sense to Annie. She didn't have a crush, she merely had an attraction to the thought of having a crush. If she hadn't vowed to never love all those months ago, she'd have been head-over-heels for the magnificent beast crossing her path. As it was, however, she merely put on a cold, uncaring expression. After all, first impressions were everything, weren't they?
Notes
-Cannot handle the cold whatsoever. Extremely susceptible to cold-related illnesses.
-Loves waterscapes, especially the ocean. Wants to be buried by the sea upon death.
-Loves the stars and night sky.
Breeding Info
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Bought on October 28, 2016 for one mush with no cp aside from talents and no battle experience.
Heavy hitter and battle-boosted.
Deals 32 points of damage.
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Buying cp on Annabel Lee for two mush a point (so five cp would be ten mush)! Just put the cp on her and I'll send over the mush, no PMs needed! Please note that it might take a few minutes for me to send the mush over.
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Special Skills
"It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee-
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!-that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling-my darling-my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea-
In her tomb by the sounding sea."
-Edgar Allan Poe
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