inally. Finally, had he arrived again--back across the mountain ridges and back into this little land filled with political unrest. Not that any of it mattered to him. Indeed, he had been called away suddenly, back to his homelands, where a war had broken out and shattered the foundations of many things, and his services were needed. Required. And now, nearly a year later, he returned on the cusp of winter. Autumn was drawing to a close and the chill in the air made it obvious that he was on borrowed time. He shrugged his satchel over his shoulder, lips peeled back in a scowl of annoyance. Of course. Of COURSE it'd take a goddamn year. Half of his students had probably graduated already. He muttered under his breath, cursed, spit hexes and anything else he could manage as he trudged through the beautiful area, apparently unmoved by the scenery. No, his mood was far to sour to be swayed by the way the rising sun melted the frost of the grasses and caused glistening dew to sparkle as far as the eye could see. The gentle breeze that brought with it the sweet scent of familiarity on it's waves.
"Oh for fucks sake." He hissed between his teeth. He was still a good day or two away from the college, though at least he was back in the area. A snort, issued from his nose like a bull was the only thing that preceded his sudden attack, jaws snapping and clamping shut on a vole that had the misfortune to be wandering past. He snapped at it like a reptile, tossing his head back and letting the rodent slither down his gullet in one large piece before heaving out a huffed sigh. ....Okay. Some tension expelled. It would do, for now.
