Post by Brutus Síla on Mar 14, 2015 16:39:47 GMT -5
The entrance to the forest was overgrown and lush, Brutus paused a moment and turned to look at Shibusen that now lied some ways away from him. The school was unlike anything he'd ever seen or imagined and certainly like nothing he had left behind at home. Part of him still expected to wake up from this dream to his sister's laughing voice and head to the mine for a day's work. He listened briefly to the meisters and weapons running around in the distance before letting out a faint sigh and turning back to the forest.
His powerful legs easily pushed through the think foliage at the edge of the forest that would have made others stop to at least attempt to navigate a path through it. A few feet later the bushes and stray sticks ceased attempting to slow him as the forest floor began to open up. Already the noises of jocularity and frivolity grew almost silent as he looked deeper into the heart of the forest. 'Сега това е по-добре.' he thought. "Home.." The words breathed heavily out of his mouth and were quickly followed with a huge smile. If he was going to be stuck here, at least some of it wasn't all that bad.
The massive frame slowly and loudly crashed forward with seemingly random foot placements as he headed straight ahead for the sole purpose that that's the way he was already going. The sun still broke through the canopy high above, he had hours before he'd have to head back to the school. The forest offered so many rewards most would look past but Brutus always rejoiced in them. He followed a pair of purple butterflies for a few crashing steps before they had flown ahead of him then a squirrel darted perpendicular to his path and became his next target to follow. Each turn seemed to be alive with animals or thick mighty trees. The squirrel got away from him much faster than the butterflies had and left him on the edge of a small cliff edge. Brutus, however, was ignorant to this change in the configuration of the forest floor.
He looked once more off into the distance before taking his first and last step off the cliff. It wasn't until his body went from the normal ninety degree angle to the ground to being forty-five degrees forward that he realized something was unusual about this step. His overpowering frame and strong, mighty legs only added weight to such a fall and he tumbled down about five or six feet before landing in a small but moving creek. He hadn't lost consciousness from the descend but the small rocks and old roots that quickly caught his back caused him to lose his breath momentarily. A slight tear came to the brute's eye, "I.. Home.." He laid there and let the slight stream bathe his wide shoulders and full back, the coolness aiding in the removal of the pain.
Slowly and awkwardly he made a few failed attempts at sitting up and a few stubbles at standing up but finally he found his feet once more underneath him. He sighed a sigh of disbelief as he laughed silently at himself, it must have been as loud as one of the great trees timbering to the ground. Moving slowly out of the creek, he found an old log to sit on and rest while gazing upon the creek he recently laid in. The log groaned and cracked beneath him as his full weight settled onto it. "This place.. Beautiful," he said out loud and in reply the log gave way from rot and he settled even farther into it, his knees in front of his face now. "Beautiful," he said once more.