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Annabella
Legacy Name: Sizka

The Angelic Feli
Owner: Keihi

Age: 13 years, 5 months, 4 weeks

Born: December 11th, 2012

Adopted: 13 years, 5 months, 4 weeks ago

Adopted: December 11th, 2012

Statistics

• Level: 10
   
• Strength: 26
   
• Defense: 22
   
• Speed: 22
   
• Health: 22
   
• HP: 22/22
   
• Intelligence: 13
   
• Books Read: 13
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Graveyard Shift Errand Runner

Mismatched paws stretched out wearily, the soft fur coated in drying mud. It would be wise to clean himself of the oppressive filth before it became caked on and hindered his motions, but the tom found that he couldn't be bothered. Blue-green eyes shifted over the ground, hardly aware of his surroundings as he lay entirely still and merely thought. Really, he wasn't entirely sure what to think -- perhaps it would be best if he thought nothing at all. Not that the young Black-Shadow was the type to do any sort of deep soul-searching. Idek was content with his life, living in the spur of the moment with little to no consideration for others.

The curved black markings that surrounded his mouth mirrored perfectly the emotions his body language portrayed. Faintly the dry breeze carried the scent of Earth-Tribe, and the tom felt a pang in his chest. The earliest days of his life, spent nestled in a makeshift nursery with his mother and siblings, were so much easier than Idek's life had become. Things were so complex, so messed up. It was supposed to be easy, he was supposed to know where he belonged!

And he did . . . or, rather, he used to.

But she was gone, and suddenly nothing felt right. Should he be awake, or should he sleep? Should he be hunting, should he be hungry? Somewhere deep in his body an unpleasant pain clenched tight and twisted up his stomach. When was the last time he ate? He wasn't really sure . . . Was this what they called depression? Somehow, Idek couldn't muster the strength to give a damn. Nothing was right anymore; not the location, not the season, not the time of day.

Scenery had never mattered when she was around, Idek had been content just being around her. If she wanted to go on an adventure, so did he. If she wanted to go hunting, he was glad to accompany her. It was kind of pathetic, in retrospect. The Black-Shadow had never really been the clingy type, he was more than happy to give his companion space if she so desired. Rather, it was the fact that he enjoyed her company so much that he was willing to do whatever she pleased. Tired eyes drooped shut, and the young tom curled his body into a ball. There was no point dwelling on the past, though it was certainly more preferable than the present seemed to be.

She had invited him to go along, and Idek had rejected the invitation. He was alone, and it was his fault, wasn't it?

But that was the thing, the sick and ridiculous fact of the matter. He could have gone along with her, could have continued to enjoy her company. But why bother? If she had wanted to be with him, wouldn't she have opted to stay rather than abandon him for that . . . that damned Ex-Fire-Tribe bitch? Apparently he was mistaken.

Exhaling a bitter sigh, the splotched grey tom tried to curl his body up tighter, make himself smaller. He didn't care, if she wanted to leave him then so be it. He had never liked her that much anyway, inconsiderate little Air-Triber that she was! Yet no matter how many times he repeated the words in his head, no matter how often he told himself it was true, Idek knew that it wasn't. He liked her a lot, actually -- more than that, if it was possible.

Blue-green eyes opened again, regarded the empty area around him. He was all by himself, and Arya wasn't coming back. A strange sound followed the thought, somewhere between a snarl and a sob. He loved her, and she left him.

He loved her so fucking much . . . and she was gone . . .

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