She was like a white wraith, an outcast from the shadows of hell. And yet when you set eyes upon her you did not see a heart of darkness and despair, you saw a heart of light and gold. She was a dog that had gone through the pain of loss and heartbreak at a sickeningly young age, and yet she was a dog that saw no evil, only the good of things. She knew the evil was there, but she chose to ignore its anonymous presence. There was no room in her heart for hate or blood filled thoughts of revenge or murder. She was intelligent and beautiful, bearing the scars of battle and emotional strain upon her body, and yet she had not the ability to percieve hate, or disdain for her species. This gave her the image of an angel, or herald from the skies you would say. Dressed in the purest white with large black splotches across her shoulders and flanks, an ebony bonnet encircled her chisled features. She was a femme that could bring out the maternal instincts in even the sharpest fighter, the rudest tongue, the darkest mind. And you'll never know what hit you.

She did not do these things on purpose, she didn't try and she did not plot against the city as others did. She was herself and herself just happened to make the right choices. Was it luck that bound this vixen to a life of friendship and love? Was there some invisible gaurdian hovering over her head that bore away the clutches of hate and darkness? One would question these theories vigorously, and find no answer. For there was not an answer to be found.

What was the point in hating when there is forgiveness?

These thoughts ran through her young mind as she lay quietly at the edge of the pier. Staring down at her reflection on the water, the gently lapping substance mirrored her true self, her chaotic thoughts and ideas of keeping herself hidden. A creature like herself was no welcome in a city so over-run with destruction and collision courses. Not even the rebellion would stand for her way of life, it was just to carefree. And whats worse is that she didn't thing twice about it. She had no real purpose in life, once upon a time she'd dreamed of leading one of the great packs, or turning one of them into a weapon of good.

Those were dreams that had long since deserted the black and white female as she rode her third year of life.

After the accident where her mother brutalized her, and she met Eden. Her perception of things around her had changed, especially after her mother died. Drizzt had never been given the chance to meet up with her gaurdian, to apologize for failing her mothers wishes, for never living up to what her mother had been, or wanted her to be. Drizzt was a failure to life in those times, and now she couldn't really see herself being much better.

A seagull squealed above her head, causing her to lift her eyes from the water and to the azure expanse above. It was probably a few hours after noon, the sky was beginning to darken, but light still lived. She should probably be heading out soon, but the spot she lay in was comfortable, even if on the cement. And it seemed to be a good spot for thought...she wondered how many other dogs had layed or sat in this very spot and contemplated their lives. Was it many? or none at all? Perhaps every dog had their own personal spot by the canal.

"I suppose this one is mine then."

She aloud, but to herself. Having not seen or heard any other canines in the area. She was a little skeptical that the day had not produced more activity.

She shuddered languidly and quietly rested the tip of her jaw on the edge of the pier. Staring down at the slow moving water, momentarily casting her gaze to the cement wall on the other side of the rideau. Her ears slanted lazily back and forth, her nostrils flared with the effort of breathing before she peacefully closed her eyes. The world nothing but a haze of noise and colors for her to block out of her miserable mind. She was unused to be so inactive and just so bluntly solitary in her ways of life. She was used to, no enjoyed! having the pleasures of friendship at her paws. But for the last two years she'd been forced to suffer the painful lonliness that gripped her heart now.

it was unexpected to hear the crush of fallen leaves beneath a weighted object, most definitely a paw. Drizzt did not lift her head, did not raise her eyes to look upon this new addition to the scenery. Instead she gave a chaste inhale of the new scent that wafted on the breeze. Her fur rippled with delight at her discovery, it was a pup! Not an over-bearing male intent on seizing her mind and soul, not a slender beauty who wanted her dead for reasons unknown. She'd had run-in's with these situations far two often in the past few years, it was a slight shock to her senses to find the aroma of a young pup at her door.

It was here that the prostrate vixen slowly departed her crown from the ground. Blue eyes glowing gently in the remaining sunlight as she gazed at the other canine a few feet from her.

Drizzt gave a visible gasp of surprise when the youth opened her jaws and produced an obnoxious bark of curiosity. The three year old mix let the fur along her spine ruffle a little, her ears fell back in a defensive and slightly annoyed stance before she curtly replied.

"It is not kind to so startle those unsuspecting."

Her way of speech had always been on the pampered side, even if she herself was naught but a measly cast off. She would not blame the inexperienced youth if she didn't understand the word choice.

Drizzt stared intently at the younger pup, evaluating the myriad of emotions that fleeted across her young features within a matter of seconds. A chaste smile parted her lips as she briefly remember being the same way, before all the bad things happened. The scars on her fact morphed to match her look of forgiveness as she suddenly lifted her torso off the ground. Setting up her fores like pillars to hold her weight, claws digging into the measly dirt and cement grip. She unfolded her tail from around her legs and let it hang free fom confinement, now she was settled for conversation. A much better way to converse.

She couldn't honestly remember the last time she'd spoken to a dog as young as this one. Probably when she was this dog...Circe's? age was the last time. Aside from that she'd been plagued by the constant attentions of dogs older than her or near her own age. Which wasn't that far away from those times so long ago. She had only just turned three with the coming of spring, she no right to legitamately call herself matured until she'd aged through time a few more years.

Drizzt believed that time made up for wisdom.

She looked down at the brownish tan femme, she was indeed far younger than Drizzt herself. But was plenty old enough to have a compacted mind-set of her own, her own way of thinking. She was slender and sinewy, giving off the appearance of someone who could run fast and easily without problem, who could dodge and avoid things, jump and do tricks. Her eyes were young and starstruck with varying emotions from; fear to worry, from worry to curiosity, from curiosity to worry, from worry to hope. It was like watching a movie of herself on a different screen. It was...entrancing, but instead of letting herself be drawn in, she drew upon the knowledge that this pup had training with manners.

After being rebuked the youth had immediately withdrawn with an apology, and now waited for some sort of consent to forgiveness.

"Do not worry, I am not angry, just startled...My name is Drizzt, Circe. What brings you to the harbor this day?"

She spoke, easily, casually, and yet her voice threatened to waver. So unused to talking to a canis of this age that she was unsure whether she could control herself.