I move with careful steps in the area I had chosen to explore, head held level with my shoulders as I quietly eye the wonderful expanse of...grass. My muscles slide smoothly beneath my black coat as I move along the rather dull to my expectations landscape, lavender eyes sometimes picking up a tree or two and glimpses of a river to break up the otherwise pure grassy area. It's all the same monotony to me, nothing really different or special, it's just grass to me. A brisk and yet light breeze stirs the fur along my back like the breath of a ghost, and I can just hear the deep voice of something on the wind, or am I just imagining? It was not the voice of someone coming, I simply knew it as the voice of my father. This world isn't perfect like the idealistic minds some my age sing about, I can definately see some room for improvement. How convenient it could have been, if it had been. Unrealistic expectations. I shake my head, a low sigh bubbling from my throat. In the cool air I like to think that such a sound is insignificant.

My breathing is steady, but my legs tremble slightly due to how far I have come. I look up to the sky as if seeking guidance, and when no answers come to me my gaze lowers again and I am left to wonder. Why am I here and what am I here for? I wonder a lot at times, my tail twitching behind me like a flare of light because of the bright white located at the very tip, my violet eyes offset by a bandit like mask that is almost a mirror of my mother Celesdue's, however instead of just silver it contains russet as well. I should turn back and head back to the den shouldn't I?

Nothing has changed here and nothing ever will, because that is how things have always worked. I slowly begin the trek back home in deep thought, my breathing soft and light, light steps meant to avoid detection and attention. I feel so small in this big open world at times, but others I feel like I can hold it beneath a single one of my paws.