Being alone this long I have learned things on my own, had adapted into something that knows too much for it's age, something ethereal amongst the ordinary, a gem amongst the lines of rusted metal, I move with a near silent stridde and a inherent grace as I have learned it helps to keep myself well hidden, and because I am still so small I can easily hides in cracks and stashes too low for any adult to slip into. My coat is the pure white of fantasia's light or when the sunlight hits it just right, silted light glazed in gold like a halo, blood red bleeding through the fur and tainting what would have been flawless places, my eyes a blue so light to be considered ghostly a very slight and thin band of deep gemstone emerald encircling within. I had been an angel in my small scruffy pack of wandering outcasts, they said they had found me one day all alone and so had taken me under their ruffled wings, and indeed I had looked nothing like any of them, none boasted the filling of fur with deep bloody scarlet, no they were all greys and browns and blacks. Not that it made them any less pretty, no they could be flawless if they had taken better care of themselves, but they never groomed or washed, and they were scruffy until the monsters came and killed them. I had been trapped underneath the fallen body of my adoptive mother, trapped while she had been protecting me as the monsters came to get me. I will make them pay for this, I will learn to fight and then fight I will. When the times come I must be ready, I simply must be, demons must be slain.

How I had grown up with and who were now merely memories, where I had grown up didn't exist, my adoptive small pack had been wanderers, chained down to nowhere and went everywhere they could. I never knew my real parents, if they were from a pack, what their names were, if they were even dead or alive. Maybe they got into a fight and left me behind, maybe they completely forgot about my existance, I wonder who I'd be if I had grown up with them, how different things would be, maybe I'd be living in a pack during some kind of violent blood feud, maybe th monsters would have still come, come for me, but something tells me they still wouldn't have captured me. I have a feeling that some of the monsters would have been slain, there would have been more of a fight, but maybe I'm just glorifying the parents I never knew. They could have been monsters themselves, or alphas, or wanderers, maybe even outcasts, or maybe angels. Maybe they had wings, maybe they brought justice wherever their paws stepped, maybe they were flying in the sky way above my head, watching their daughter of light and blood make her way in the world, or maybe they aren't caring about me at all. Maybe one day they will come for me like the monsters had, maybe they will one day reveal themselves, maybe one day I will know them, or maybe I will never even catch a glimpse. I want to howl for them, call them to my location, make them my own. Am I not an angel? Should I not get my wish granted? Why not?

Words I did not understand filled my ears, a calling voice halted my steps, and my ears flicker to best catch and amplify the stranger's words, I shake my pristine fur only once to ease the tension at being snuck up on, I can see this strange girl that moves with what had to be practiced ease, and for a moment I am simply jeolous, though it is quite easy to brush away as with a little practice of my own I could look so professional. I already feel like I want to trust and like this stranger but I know better than this thing, I know not to trust so easily, no I have seen too much to be so easily taken advantage of, and while I am still so young and small, so weak and pathetic, my only chance would be to run and hide out of reach, or try to outsmart if this stranger means harm. "My only family...the monsters got them. We weren't much...just a few wanderes that adopted me since I can firt remember. I do not know my true parents." My ghostly gaze met her eyes through the entire confession and it shows no lies, head slightly lowered as well as my tail, ears swiveled and yet I am not so pathetic looking as others my age might look. I look like I am confidant and yet like I know my place, not aggressive in the least but my posture says I won't be pushed around. My tail gives a ever so slight wave, my head tilts the bare slightest degree, who are you to intrigue me so?