10th of Spring, 512 AV
Early morning
Early morning
The sun's light had not yet risen above the horizon, and slight chill of the night air still lingered upon Yuros' fur as he slowly walked from the stables. The storm had left the Kelvic trapped within his animal form, cut off from the tongue of man and from conversing with the one whom he held most dear. Turning his head to look back, Yuros caught one final glimpse of the girl, of the one called Alea who had changed the Kelvic's life forever. Distantly Yuros realized that he had, in fact, opposed these changes at first, but as time had continued on the Kelvic had slowly begun to accept these changes. Yes... and perhaps he even enjoyed them...
Shaking his head, Yuros huffed and stomped one hoof. No, this was not the time for such thoughts. For now, after all this time, the Kelvic had to go once more. Turning his eyes away from the stables, away from the one who held all that he was, Yuros set out, moving forward into the lightening night and into the unknown. It was time... For Yuros to return home...