He'd slept for a long while this time. Deep in the comfort of the earth, held in the roots of the oldest oaks on the mountain, cradled in the black loam, a pillow of granite for his head.
He'd awakened, and fed, on the beasts of the land. Boar and stag, and other strange creatures. It was good to relinquish the burden of pretending to be human for awhile. But soon, his soul ached for the sound of voices, for laughter and conversation, for warmth and light.
The wind shifted and he caught her scent, the delicate scent of cinnamon and sweetness. And something else.
Magic. Sweat. Endorphins.
He changed, swift as breathing, flowing through the trees like water, mist the colour of the emerald sea crossing the distance between them, racing the sunset.
He caught himself short at the edge of the clearing, the sigils making his senses thrum in warning. His body reformed, bone, muscle, armor, sword, without thought. Instinct drew the form from distant memory.
But he still stood, frozen at the edge of the clearing, watching her move.
She was closer to the visage of his dreams than ever before. Power swirled around and through her, and she was at home with it. It was a stunning sight to behold.
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Date: 2013-07-21 02:02 am (UTC)He'd awakened, and fed, on the beasts of the land. Boar and stag, and other strange creatures. It was good to relinquish the burden of pretending to be human for awhile. But soon, his soul ached for the sound of voices, for laughter and conversation, for warmth and light.
The wind shifted and he caught her scent, the delicate scent of cinnamon and sweetness. And something else.
Magic. Sweat. Endorphins.
He changed, swift as breathing, flowing through the trees like water, mist the colour of the emerald sea crossing the distance between them, racing the sunset.
He caught himself short at the edge of the clearing, the sigils making his senses thrum in warning. His body reformed, bone, muscle, armor, sword, without thought. Instinct drew the form from distant memory.
But he still stood, frozen at the edge of the clearing, watching her move.
She was closer to the visage of his dreams than ever before. Power swirled around and through her, and she was at home with it. It was a stunning sight to behold.