Oh, how I long for the deep sleep dreaming
And watch my purple sky fly over me

Almost a year and I still do not know where I stand. I still don't know what I believe in. It seems that wherever I go, I just can't seem to see myself fitting in. I am an Angel by bloodline, and yet I don't feel like one, however it is that the Angels are supposed to feel anyways. My coat is a pure white to reflect my lineage, and while my father saw me as a stunning addition to the Angels, I am not as sure. The silvery gray that scatters along the top of my head, where was it from? Maybe I am a fallen angel, maybe I was just made to look like the rest of my bloodline so famous, my coat of white, silvers, pale blood russet, and black. I know not who my mother was and yet sometimes my father whispers that I remind him of her. I don't believe that I look like a girl, no I just look like another angelic boy, another target for those demons, just another pretty face in the crowd. These days I think of my blood family less and less and just watch Beowulf. Today I will wander, I will hunt and seek like Beowulf surely must do, though I am not sure what it is he hunts and seeks, I will decide for myself.

I would decide what I would be the seeker of today, since I do not know what he seeks yet. My paws are leading the way today, to places I know not in the least, it is the first I had set paws over Diveen borders and I am not sure what I think. Aqua and dark blue eyes looked over the forest around me, there are a lot of new scents clouding the air here, it is almost overwhelming to me. This does not prove enough to stop me, as my paws keep on pulling me forward. I want to know why they lead me like this, what it is that is so important for me to look at. The light pools and seems to make the russet along my shoulders and back glow like ethereal flames set off in the woods, like a fire was sparking amongst the nature, come to consume everything in it's path, though in reality it's just me. My curiousity has caught up with the movement of my paws now, and I know this journey should teach me something, something I need to know, though who is to know what the lesson will be. At the gnarled roots of an old tree I find I pause amongst them, I lower myself to take a seated position, taking just the slightest break, because this was my first great travel, and I want to truly see. Moments passed as my thoughts wandered, lowering my head to my paws, unsure how and when to continue my exploration.

I think I did doze off into a light sleep for a little while amongst those old twisted tree roots, because I am tired on this day and was so blissfully alone for once. The russet that coated the area around my eyes was darker but simular to my father's own hue, and my father is not around to keep his eyes on me so I feel truly free, though eventually I do wake and open my deep violet eyes to the waked world once more. I lay there in peace and silence, serene, my deep violet gaze calm from my head rested on my snowy paws, but soon I will have to get up, soon I must keep going or even return home. For now my mind wonders, about where I belong, and what part I play.

I finally rise to my legs so long, and shake my pristine fur out and stretch myself a little bit, before I hear a sound that foretells of someone else- likely a stranger- nearby. A low rumbling growl bubbles up from my throat, whoever it was could be dangerous to me, my deep violet eyes are trained from the area in whence I had captured the sounds, and I dart forward to go and see. I am prepared to leap upon this stranger and show Beowulf I can grow up and be just like he is but skid to a stop and tilt my head at what I find. Another puppy my age, only this one was a girl, and now I am not sure what I should do.