I am quite the clever creature. I have been training, privately with Granfather Heyel, and I think I am getting better. Though it is difficult to tell. I mean all he does is criticize me over and over again. Though I honestly think it is for my benefit. I do enjoy being challenged. Grandfather seems to do a pretty good job of it. I wish I could make him proud, one day, I mean I know it is going to be awhile before I am perfect like him, but I am sure I’ll get to that level- one day! I mean I am becoming an Assassin and I know that I will be risking my life many times, but I know it is worth it. I am an Angel. I am meant to protect others. That is my job, and that will be my life. My name after all, has meaning and by birthright and namesake I am meant to be just that, a Guardian. Though today I am thinking perhaps that I am due for some fun. I mean, I have been training really hard lately with Grandfather. Now that my wounds have all healed up nicely I do not feel as stiff as before. Amazing thing healers. Perhaps I should learn a few tricks in case I am ever in need of a quick fix in the future. I know I am not supposed to venture out for far too long. I mean I have to go back and do some more training, but Grandfather Heyel wanted a break…which means I am free for a few days!

As I begin to venture out through the fields, my golden ears twitch back and forth as my dark azure and golden eyes, flecked with violet, widen as I look at my surroundings. My attention is focused upon a big fat rabbit focused only on his meal. It is ashamed it will be his last. Lowering my snowy white form I stalk the creature heading for it carefully, keeping my movements slow and staying quiet. The rabbit lifts its head, its nose wiggling and ears twitching. I stay still. Waiting until he goes back. As soon as he returns to his meal, I crept closer and closer until I was so close. Moving quickly I pounce on the creature listening to it scream and quickly my sharp ivories silence it. Proud of my skills, I lie down and place my snowy big white paws around the copper dead rabbit and begin feasting. My pink tongue laps up the tasty copper tasting blood from my muzzle as I lift my golden crown up. Noticing a familiar white figure, I let out a muffled bark my tail swaying side to side at the view of my relative. I do not know his name, but I do remember him. I do not mind if he comes near. I just hope he didn’t hear about Devil and I.