Title: Queen
Name: Annilla (ah-nill-ah)
Nickname: Nilla
Colour: Faerie
Pelt: Lilac with Navy Stripes
Species: Kougra
Gender: Female
Age: Young Adult (21)
Level: 20
Intelligence:213
Residence: Faerieland / Terror Mountain
Region of Reign: The Ice Kingdom
Hobbies: Exploring, Guarding, Ruling, Reading
Petpet: Dash the Faerie Tasu

Personality:

Mature: completed, perfected, or elaborated in full by the mind - mature plans
Intelligent: having good understanding or a high mental capacity; quick to comprehend, as persons or animals - an intelligent student
Responsible: involving accountability or responsibility - a responsible position
Mysterious: of obscure nature, meaning, origin, etc.; puzzling; inexplicable - a mysterious inscription on the ancient tomb
Beautiful: having qualities that delight the senses, especially the sense of sight - a beautiful day
Intimidating: to make timid; fill with fear
Secretive: having or marked by an inclination to secrecy; not open, forthright, or frank
Possessive: jealously opposed to the personal independence of, or to any influence other than one's own upon

Her story begins amongst the dark caverns of a forgotten cove; surrounded with the icy mist of Terror Mountain in the dead of night. All was silent, perhaps except for the soft coo-cooing of a nearby pteri finally settling down to sleep. Snow carpeted the ground in a thick white duvet, it lay over rocks and trees and earth under the moonlit sky. Amongst the snow was a tiny kougra kitten, purple in colour and striped with navy as dark as the sky above. She pawed the snow cautiously with her dainty paws, whilst her mother watched over her with proud eyes.
The kitten took her first few steps into the snow, blind still from birth but able to feel the faint pitter patter of snowflakes as they landed on her soft pelt. She mewed lightly and unfolded her wings. Feathered, they were, and small, like the wings of a baby dove. Her mother smiled in admiration at her daughter's beauty and innocence. Then, as she remembered, she frowned slightly. For one day, in years to come, the older kougra knew that this small, helpless feline in front of her would be Queen. It seemed odd that such a position of power would be given to this delicate creature. Yet, as the kitten turned her closed gaze towards her mother, the older feline recalled that her thoughts and worries were probably ditto that of her own mother, and her mother before that, and her mother before that. One day, the older kougra thought. One day, Annilla will be the most remarkable Queen of the Ice Kingdom there ever was.

The summers came and went like a pendulum of time, swinging between the seasons. Snow thawed, froze and thawed again over the ground of something Valley. The twilight chill was just settling in as Princess Annilla stepped out of the icey cave in which she slept. The kougress stretched, every purple hair on her small body ruffled with her movement. She was young, only a mere six years of age yet she had grown considerably to a height of three foot. White wing-feathers trembled in the slight breeze: Annilla wanted more than anything to stretch them fully in the skies. She glanced above at the flawless black sky, empty except for minute speckles of white light that were stars. She wanted to fly, to know the feeling of the wind rushing through her fur and the midnight clouds soaking her skin. Behind her, her mother stepped out into the moonlight. She was sleek, her fur blue with stripes of pure white, her back free of wings. Sensing Annilla's frustration at wanting to fly, her mother spoke. "Unwise to try, Annilla." A flying kougra was unheard of in something Valley, and physically it was impossible due to the weight of a kougra and the size the wings would have to span out for. Still, Annilla was detirmined and vowed to try. She could not really lose anything if she tried, she would simply not lift off of the ground if it didn't work out. And too, what use was a Princess with wings if she never used them? Swiivel had wings, and what more, could fly.

Annilla had never known her father, and so her mother had had to bring her up alone. Consequently this meant that mother and daughter kougra became close friends, (as daughters often do) so restrictions were often pushed against with no punishment. However, Annilla knew that her mother would punish her severly for trying to fly. It was not that her mother did not want her to or was jealous of Annilla's magnificent wings, it was so that Annilla would not be harmed.