I must admit I desperately wanted to get away from the heinous people that declared me as their own. I didn't care for the luxuries they attempted to bribe me with. Mother and Father taught me that items were not to be valued it was what you did on this Earth that should be valuable to you. I am young and I cannot offer anything. I am not backed up with years of experience for anyone to see me as if I perceive value. Depressing yes, but I'm a young teenage what else would you expect? I'm eighteen and I can do as I please and yet...I am a bit hesitant. That shouldn't be a shock really. I mean I am young and all and I haven't been on my own just yet. I know I can do it but...my confidence isn't all there. Since my parents death it has dwindled a bit, but only slightly. I am okay living here though with my new found Uncle. The style of life is extremely different, but it isn't too terrible. I mean I never did like having someone waiting on every second of the day. I like to do things myself. If I need help I'd say something, but not for every silly simple little thing. Although I don't really appreciate doing everything by myself. Uncle Azrael leaves me by myself and although I don't mind it, I would appreciate some company or at least some help. He was kind enough to allow me the spare bedroom. It is extremely small, reminds me of a dorm room, but it is a bit cozy...well...cozy-ish.

I am happily settling in on some mangy old couch where the oddly colored fabric is beginning to fray. Even though I shouldn't worry about the type of furniture my Uncle has I am a bit concerned to the smell. I mean my goodness it smells like he hasn't done anything to this place. Hell I could almost swear it smelled like decaying animal or something. I never ask him where he goes off to. I leave him be just as he leaves me be. It is all still awkward. I mean we both don't really know one another and it seems we both walk on egg shells around each other. It isn't like we would yell and scream at one another. Mostly it was because we were unfamiliar with one another and we just weren't so certain of each other, which was understandable. I mean I've only known him for a few weeks and we were still learning about each other. I am fairly good with cooking and I can do well with some of the food he buys although really I should go with him. I mean some of the things he buys makes me question if he is capable of eating anything actually good. I am reading a book he actually bought me, to make up for the ones I lost, and I hear a knock at the door. Puzzled I walk up to it quietly peering through the peep hole. As I unlock the 5 locks, my Uncle is extremely diligent about safety, I throw back the door and give the visitor a small smile.

"How did you find me?"

I do not move out of the doorway though. I keep my bright blue eyes on Frost for a moment before they scan the area around. Uncle Azrael says I should be careful not just because of who I am and who my parents were, but because of what he was as well. I still know very little about the supernatural world, but I understand there are many out there that would like to kill or harm me...especially since I am related to him. As the blonde werehorse continues to stare at me I pull some of my blonde hair out from my eyes and open the door wider to allow him in before gently shutting the door and placing all five locks back in place. My words carry over to him as we walk to the living room, my book halfway open on the sofa. I head over towards the kitchen as I turn on the stove and grab the tea pot.
"Kind of pathetic if you have to climb stairs to get a cup of tea."

As I fill the kettle with warm water and place it on the stove I turn around and easily lean myself back against the countertop. My arms cross over in front of me as I observe him carefully. Uncle Azrael is trying to train me to know who and what a supernatural creature is. He does not want me to become like him, but he does want me better prepared for anything. I appreciate his teachings I really do, but I wish he knew I'd like to take care of myself and I don't need him constantly looking over me. I tilt my head to the side as I ask my query puzzled as to why he would actually look for me and want to be in my company. After all I barely know him.

"So, what can I do you for other than provide you tea?"

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable