He found the darkness peaceful. A place he could concentrate and have no worries of showing his true form. Within the forest was a small cave that delve into the depths of the Earth, this place became his favorite of spots to go to when having nothing better to do. He hardly had anyone he could call a friend so he was accustomed being on his own, especially after the years he had been alive. While the humans he had studied seemed to see a long life as being a century, he merely viewed is as a brief period of time that fluttered by. 

While the cave was a nice place to go and practice his abilities along with trying to unlock the knowledge of where he came from, his true home was the school that the forest resided near. Though the school was filled with what would be called his kind, he still felt somewhat out of place amongst them, while the others knew at least what they were and where they might of come from, he had no true knowledge of what he was or where he came from. The only pieces he found that could give some identity to what he was were the odd tales of angels and demons, yet which one was he? In the end he decided to say he was a bit of both and leave it at that.

A new semester was coming soon and despite his summer away from the school, which involved mostly remaining in the endless abyss of tunnels of the cave system below or trying to grasp some new human concept that seemed to appear every few decades, he knew his time in the darkness was at an end for the time. He left the cave that he called his temporary home and shortly came onto the school grounds, still within his true form. His figure was odd, consisting of two wings that seemed to have odd forms of feathers. A cloak covered most of his torso and legs but his arms and feet could still be seen, showing a odd blue color with whitish silver veins coursing along them. While most people would only have two arms though, he had four, another set protruding just above where normal beings had arms. His face was hidden within the shadows of his cloak never to be viewed by the outside world yet occasionally the brief flicker of a glint suggesting eyes were within the cloak showing he must have a face of some kind.

What greeted him on his return was something that always made him curious. Once again it seemed that the one called Liz was trying to commit what the humans called suicide. At least that was what he assumed. He had seen her do it before but never stopped her really because he had very little knowledge on how to socialize plus she never seemed to be in a mood to actually speak towards anyone and assumed that like he, she preferred to be alone. Yet despite how she seemed to have an aura that pushed others away, Sealameet did actually admire her and felt sorry for her. She was unique and beautiful for what she was as he saw it, why would she wish such an untimely end of her life? If he could actually work the nerve and speak to her perhaps he could get an answer but for now he merely walked towards the school.