Moving through the phases of existence was never an easy task. Some days dragged by, turbulent with turmoil and deceit. Others went way too quickly, and it was always the best days that never seemed to last. The simple joys of life flashed before ones eyes in seconds, while the distraught chaos lingered for years. This is something one even as young as I can understand, though to say I'm not sharp for my age would be a lie. Deep within me remained a opened wound of solely hate, threatening to tighten around my fragile heart and kill what was my gentle and kind-hearted side. There wasn't a second that passed that I was not thinking about my failed attempt at peaceful living. I will be a year old come springtime, and when that comes I'll be old enough to face these laughing demons that dance around me and taunt, and they won't like this I know. It's something deep within my kind soul that will never just die out.

I was amongst the herbs and flowers at the moment, already I was pretty well-versed in healing plants and those that lulled and calmed and fogged the senses. I stand amongst them and let their scent soak into my fur, memorizing the best places to gather them deep within my mind. A soft sigh escapes my heavenly lips as I lift my head once more and shake away the thoughts that cling like persistant spiderweb. Ghostly light blue eyes stare warmly at the world around me, contrasting starkly with the mask of blood red and black that encased them. I am ready to be done with these lingering thoughts, but my own mind will simply not allow it. Giving up on all attempst on shoving them away, I turn my attention to the life wandering around in the bright sunlight. I do not recognize any of them, because i am a stranger amongst these lands others know ll too well. I tug my lips back into a warm smile of clear gentleness.