𝗘𝗻𝗼𝗹𝗮 ♡

"G2 SD * Corrupt 8M || Fae 👀 || OC"

ID #10788677

Owned by valeriexv1
Bred by 🦌 Fawn 🍓 NBW 2x Mutie
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This wolf is currently nursing at least one puppy! She will wean her offspring in 4 rollovers!

Level	20

Strength	113
Speed	115
Agility	139
Wisdom	368
Smarts	369
Total	1104

This wolf cannot be retired right now!

Family

Wardrobe

Currents
Age	6 years 0½ months (Adult)
Sex	Female
Energy
Mood
Hunger
HP
Personality	Scatterbrained

Breeding Information
Age in Rollovers	145
Pups Bred	23 pups bred
Last Bred	5 days ago
Fertility	Very Good (72%)
Heat Cycle	On Cooldown
Items Applied	None!
Pair Bond	None

Looks
Base	Corrupt (0.03%)
Base Genetics	Special Dark *
Eyes	Fae
Skin	Black
Nose	Corrupt
Claws	Black
Mutation	None
Secondary Mutation	None
Carrier Status	View Report
Variant	Default

Markings
Slot 1	Aspen Inverted Cross (16% : T1)
Slot 2	Red Carnage (20% : T1)
Slot 3	Merged Veneer (70% : T3)
Slot 4	Black Freckles (100% : T3)
Slot 5	Abomination Manicou (68% : T3)
Slot 6	Aspen Tamaskan Unders (51% : T7)
Slot 7	Beige Socks (65% : T1)
Slot 8	Beige Medium Husky (31% : T1)
Slot 9	None
Slot 10	None

Biography

❝ there i am! there i am again!
i am the rot & the ache beneath your skin
i am the angel sent down from above,
i am the cancer swimming deep in your blood.
praise be the heavens, praise me, i'm the lord ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝
(there i am!)

starting stats ; 52/60/48/71/71 | 302 total.
adopted by seraphim & luka.

theme songs ;
☀️ god-ish ☀️
☀️ there i am. there i am again. ☀️
☀️ bite marks ☀️

after being exiled from the heavens for her sins (murdering a man. or two.. or maybe it was three…?), enola is reborn from her own ashes with a lust for blood and revenge— she will right their wrongs. they will learn. she/her, pansexual. really awesome and cool!! don't worry about the fire..

enola ♡ sits by your side with a nervous smile and strikes up some conversation. After a while, you notice that she brought a gift and was probably waiting for the best time to give it to you, but she forgot about it during the conversation.

my first passion project, based off of one of my ocs :) in the lore, she's essentially one of the creators of the universe & the creator of humanity specifically. enola really likes observing the humans in her free time, and she treats it like her own passion project. she has a concerning infatuation with fire, but the others brush it off as her being her. she is a bit strange, after all, but that's probably the least of their concerns. enola is based off of the sun, being the centre of attention and the light of the group. but the brighter the star, the faster it burns, and what happens when a star explodes?

enola ♡ (#10788677) aged up! She gained the following from training in puppyhood: +27 Agility, +9 Smarts, +6 Strength.

i love her sm oh my beloved. my shayla…. my sweetheart 🥹

vv cringe writing. haven't written in years pls forgive me 💔💔

Oh, the void.

The Void is a lonely place. A vast expanse of infinite darkness, not a spark of light to be found. All hope should be lost the moment one is cast down into the cold depths of nothingness; all they can do is wait while their mind begins to break down and drift away into darkness.

As far as mortals were concerned, there was no way to get out of The Void once you were struck down there.

However, Enola was not a mortal. It was unheard of; a Goddess of her stature, being thrown into a place like this for her sins. What were her sins again? What wrongs had she committed? She couldn't quite remember— it had slipped her mind long ago. But how long ago *was* 'long ago'? A few days, weeks? Months, centuries? She was unsure.

But she held onto hope; and it paid off. Enola didn't know how it happened, the day was the same as any others; eternal, suffocating darkness. No light, no noise. Wandering around in the vast expanse of nothingness. It was a cycle she had gotten used to, although a shred of hope had remained embedded in her heart.

As she wandered the endless plains, something up ahead had caught her attention. Perhaps it was a hallucination of some kind- she had been down here for a while, after all. But something inside of her— that spark of hope she held so dearly— told her it was not just a mere illusion her mind had conjured up. No, it was something more. It must be.

With slow, shaky steps, Enola took a step forwards. And another. Her movements started off slow and sluggish, and it seemed she wasn't making any progress; the light was the same distance away, seemingly out of her reach. But she persisted— her movements gradually became more focused, more fast. After what felt like an eternity, she broke out into a sprint, and the light seemed to be within reach.

..Freedom? At last? Freedom from her prison of nothingness? It was a silly idea, surely? Enola was cast down here for an eternity, however long that was..

She finally got within arms reach of the light. It was blinding, it was the brightest light she'd ever seen in her centuries of existence, but it was real. With shaky hands, Enola slowly extended her hand towards the light, hesitating for a moment; what if it was just a trick? A cruel prank that *they* were playing on her? What if her hope was for nothing?

What if she truly was stuck down here forevermore, bound to her prison of nothingness?

Enola paused, taking in a deep breath and closing her eyes. She could see the light even after closing her eyes, reaching out slowly and extending her hand towards the light.

As her hand came into contact with it, she felt a new feeling overtake her— a feeling of.. calm. Peace. Bliss? That can't be right. None of this makes any sense—

A ripple of pain spreads throughout her body, causing her to grit her teeth and clench her fists. It hurts- a sensation she hadn't felt in.. forever. It's a burning, stabbing kind of pain, but she welcomes it all the same; bringing her other hand up to grab the light, holding it in both of her palms.

Enola opens her eyes, squinting as she stares at it- she can't quite comprehend its shape, but it is oh so real, and the girl can't help but feel overjoyed. The pain is still there, coursing throughout her very being, but she persists, closing her hands around the blinding light. As she does so, the pain stops completely— but the feelings of peacefulness and bliss still remain.

She closes her eyes again, imagining what it'd be like to get out of this hellish realm. What it'd be like to feel the grass with her hands again, to hear the ocean waves crash against the beach as she used to.

..

She feels completely calm, letting the feeling wash over her body. Letting it consume her. Enola feels lightheaded, feeling like she's about to pass out. She lets it happen, letting herself fall down. And down. And down…

..

Her ears are ringing, her mind completely blank. Enola feels.. heavy. Different. It takes a moment, but she finally opens her eyes; and as she does, she can't quite believe it. There's grass. It's green; greener than she could've ever imagined. It's a lush, vibrant green, the type you'd expect to find in a fairy tale.

..Freedom at last. How long has it been..? Does it matter? She's here, she's real. She's *real.* She exists.

There's no more darkness. It's.. bright, the sun casting gentle shadows down onto the forest below. Enola tries to sit up, but she.. can't. Confused, she tries to vocalise her confusion, but all that comes out is a hoarse yip of some kind.

..

Enola looks down, confused. As she glances down at her hands—

..

Hands?

..Paws. Her paws. Paws? Since when? Wasn't she a humanoid, made up of stardust and the cosmos itself? Why is she some fluffy being? Did they do this, or was this just.. a side effect of her coming back? Was she.. reincarnated?

Letting out a huff, Enola can't help but feel a pang of disappointment rise up in her chest. Her old form was so beautiful, so gorgeous. A form beyond mortals comprehension— made out of light, stars, dust from the cosmos, all the like. A being made out of space itself. And now she is reduced to..

..What am I, again? She can't quite remember— a side effect The Void had on her mind. Her memory is fuzzy, blurry, and she can't recall much; only one specific memory sticks out.

Fire. Lots of fire. Betrayal. Blood? The screams of an unfamiliar face she can't remember the name of. Was their name relevant in the first place?

..No. It was not. As she lies down on the grass, pondering her past and what happened to her, a noise breaks her train of thought. Something sharp sounding—

*A twig snapping.*

Enola's ears perked up, her breathing becoming shallow as she listens out for any other noises, but it's.. silent. There's nothing else- no follow up noises, no nothing. She tries to stand again, stumbling over her paws as she does so, but she manages to stand on her four legs. She could've sworn she was only supposed to have two..

Whatever. It'll be alright, she's no longer stuck. No longer trapped all alone. After all, there must be other forms of life here, even if she can't quite see them yet— and she longs to form a bond to something. Anything. Anything to fill the gap in her heart which seems to ache everytime her mind wanders to the topic of companionship.

But who do I miss? Why can't I remember?

Shaking her head, Enola begins to slowly trot through the forest, admiring the scenery and all the flora as she tries to get a feel for her new form.

It might not be perfect, but she'll learn to love it, just like she'll learn to love this world again. It's gorgeous, and she feels a longing to see and learn all about it all over again.

..

Even if a very, very small part of her longs for something more.. dark. Bloody. Gory. All she can do is hope it won't consume her, just like it did last time.