He hated this place.
He hated how familiar it was, how he knew most of these woods like he knew the back of his own hand. He hated all the memories that had lived and died amongst these trees, how they had housed some of his best times, along with some of his worst. What he hated most of all was knowing that his home was here, right in this heart of this damned forest, but he couldn't see it, and would never see it again. Not now, and not ever again. Exiled, banished – but he was fine with that now, or as fine as he would ever be with it. He had a purpose now, did he not?
Bríathar had returned to the Draconi Forest – not to be nostalgic, no, but to hunt, for a certain cave he had heard of being hidden in these depths, one that not even the Talún druids had managed to dig up. Was such a rumor true? And could he believe the words of whispering woman, who wandered in these woods? Hell, Bri followed every lead he could get, and he wasn't about to toss away a free clue, just because he was skeptical, or because he was weary of returning to the place of his birth. Hell no – he'd stay, of course, and he'd search for that dungeon, because that's what he did. He scoured the darkness, in hopes of overturning a little light.
The former druid was moving at a swift pace now – he was faster than some of the wood elves in these woods, out of the hard training the Talún druids had put him through at a young age. After all, he had worked harder than any of his peers, had he not, hoping to become the sentinel to end all sentinels of his guild. Hah – that was all a big joke now, but back then, it hadn't been. Back then, he wanted the best for his hidden world. And look where that had lead him – a wanderer, searching for answers that were not even promised to exist.
His swift running was disturbing the forest, he knew, but he didn't care, not even after hearing the squealing of a boar, somewhere off in the distance. He did, however, care when he heard light footsteps, someone crawling through the tall grass of these woods, being cautious, stealthy... If he had just been a little more lost in thought, perhaps his stalker could've gotten away with it – but Bríathar Rann wasn't someone who could ever let their guard down all the way. He slowed his pace down until eventually he slowed into a walk, his movements very quiet, very still.
Softly, he placed his hand on the trunk of the nearest tree, and closed his eyes, focusing in on the environment around him. It stung his flesh, to use his druidic powers like this – blame the armor, it disconnected him from the earth. However, he could see it clearly now, everything around him – from the rabbit that lay innocently in the grass, a few feet from here, to the boar, who had run off now, still nervous and on edge... and the humanoid figure, perhaps elf, perhaps not, who lay not too far behind him – his stalker, no doubt.
"You can come out now," Bríathar offered, his eyes still closed, but speaking out to the forest. "We don't have to play hide and seek anymore."
He turned to face her, and despite the fact that he sensed that she had a bow, and that it was drawn, he did not pull out his own. Instead, he raised both of his hands, grinning, in mock surrender. "Trust me, I wouldn't make a good meal," he joked, as if he believed she was going to kill him for food. "That boar that just ran past might make a better choice for dinner, though, huh?" Right, if he hadn't scared it off...