A Familiar Face

[Eranikus 348]

 

The sound of fallen leaves rustling in the wind rings through the woods, resonating along the twists and turns of long-forgotten trails and abandoned footpaths. The scent of harvest hangs heavy in the air, promises of the coming season enticing the hungry to gather and prepare for the holiday around the corner. The chittering of squirrels rings through the air as tiny woodland creatures scurry about, collecting the last of their stores before the frost.

 

Swift shudders of branches disturb the serenity of the forest, a figure from the past darting between the trees with the nimble, calculated movements of one that has spent lifetimes in the canopy. Each leap takes but a split second to select, years of practice and learning from the masters of motion coming into play. Loose leaves shiver and float to the earth below as they shake free, the limbs swaying as they are landed on.

 

Finally running out of trees, the figure leaps to the ground, landing on all fours as a beast and continuing its advance through the forest, traveling in long bounds. The fabric of its clothing flaps in the wind, whipping behind it in tatters and shreds. Finally, the figure skids to a stop, rising to its feet and tossing back its hood.

 

Long, dark hair spills out of its cloth prison, drawn back into a low tail to keep it out of the dusky-skinned male's face. Gleaming viridian eyes gaze out from behind the stray locks that fall into his face, scanning over the familiar landscape. He picks small sticks and leaves out of the unkempt tangle, wiping the hair out of his face. Tossing them aside, he unclips the tattered cloak from around his neck, allowing it to fall to the ground.

 

Dreams. Dreams are what lead him this far. Whether they were the dreams of others or the dreams of his own, it was the fantasy, the idea that compelled him to move forward. And it was in dreams he was beckoned back. Visions of not a puma, but a hare, of the one he once was, with the totem that he bore to begin with. His true totem, not the half-broken totem he held for so long. 'You must return,' they beckon. 'You must return to your roots. Return to your family. The hare must run anew.' The dreams followed him for what seemed like forever before he chose to follow them as he once had.

 

"...I am home," he whispers to the wind, closing his eyes as he feels the cooling breeze tickle his neck.

 

The Hare Druid, Taynuel, has returned.

 

I'm back b*****s.

[someome 2053]

A certain dwed would look at the mans totem and sigh. "This is gon' t' be confusin' as 'ell durin' moots" Said Hareven.

[Wyvernbane 252]

A certain, grizzled old squirrel would follow Taynuel back to Axios, as it had followed and watched all this time.

[_Sug 2809]

An elderly Dark Mage grumbles as he irons his robes.

[Amorphbutt 199]

Something old had returned. Nature watched. Nature waited. Nature welcomed.

 

"Well, at least it isn't Callax."

[Abyssus 487]

Gravelord Yldrathir sat back in his fancy throne as he'd murmur 

 

"I get the feeling my favorite gay druid has returned."

 

He then rubbed his shadowy chin in thought.

[MamaBearJade 2090]

A crazed druid lifts her head. "I hear father returned." she says before falling back to sleep with her husband and her tigards.

[osumanduas 1442]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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