Andarin: The Mountains: --dear skepsis;

The days were long and hot, even humid as he weaves through the fit of trees and foliage.

His earth is there, as it always it. Its fingers stretches within the soil, feeling the coolness of the underground, the moisture as the feeling erodes over him. His skin flexes and ripples like smooth water over his skin. Dark pieces of begin to become visible, they become more visible across his skin as lumpy bark, wood. And it continues to do so as his earth soothes over him, toying, laughing, yawning.

But even as he walks, even as he moves towards the rock face of the mountains to a ledge that leads up to a secluded area he thinks. But of what?

Nothing in general.

Because there was nothing ever to think about to begin with.

A sigh escapes him, Epos will come soon, follow him, hopefully. But even the hope or false pretenses does not make him turn back to the shores. Or want to. If she does (or doesn’t) whatever it may be he is here to stay, the hunter gone wolf, or furry as Lycoris called it. A small but very present smile appeared across the flesh of his lips, peering up the corners.

Even the love for a daughter could not stop him from coming here, doing something that was best for him.

But even these thoughts become empty, for once, he breathes the earthen pine and soil of the mountains, and tries to do nothing. He continues to move, as it seems almost aimlessly, not speaking just letting his mechanics to its own thinking.

Home, and he smiles.

(i know its recycled x like 3 buuuut i've been meaning to post to you and im getting tired. so im sorry if you want i'll write a new one but i think this will suffice for now)

se. micah
deception is charming;
liar, condescender, words born as bastards;