He was dreaming, he did that a lot these days. The afterlife gets rather boring sometimes and it's easy to sleep when you are dead. It was nice to take a nap after all the commotion that had went on. He couldn't quite remember what had happened, he seemed to remember a lot of shaking, then maybe an explosion? Being dead also made it rather difficult to die again, spirits tended to be a hardy bunch. There was also the fact they could just kind of put themselves back together. Needless to say he wasn't overly concerned with what had happened at the moment, choosing instead to focus on the dream. He was falling, it wasn't an unpleasant sensation after getting used to it. Falling through the black nothingness. He had this dream a lot, more and more as his memories of his previous life faded. Maybe they had finally left him alone this time, maybe since he was forgetting about them, the world was forgetting about him. It was a nice thought, being able to rest. He smiled.
Something was quickly becoming different about this dream, the blackness was giving way to light, not bright light, it was dim, the sort of light that sticks around for a while just after the sun begins to set. He also realized that he could feel the wind rushing past him. Well that was certainly new. It took him a moment to realize what it was, it had been so long since he felt the wind, since he felt much of anything. He realized now too that his chest was on fire. What was going on? He opened his eyes, no he could see that he really was falling, or that his dream was quickly becoming a nightmare. White tendrils of hair were flying up into his face as he stared at dusky sky, darkness over taking it. He took in a sudden gasp, and another, and another. He was breathing. Oh fuck, I'm breathing and I'm falling. This isn't going to end well. The thought did cross his mind that maybe he should just shut his eyes and not think about the sudden stop at the bottom.
That's when memories started coming back to him. No, not memories, instincts, things he knew he was capable of. He managed to shift himself, he was facing the fast approaching forest now. He didn't have long, but he had to wait a little longer before he could do anything about this situation. His eyes burned as the air rushed past them. Just a little bit longer...He started moving his hands in front of him. He reached out toward the trees below him and waited until he could feel them, not physically of course, then he would already be to late, no until he could feel their energy, their spirit, whatever label you wanted to give it. He concentrated, gathered his own energy and let it go. He could see, or at least hoped he saw, the trees shifting below him. Making a sort of netting out of tiny limbs and leaves, and bending the larger and more dangerous limbs out of the way.
The next part took timing, he was going to have to kill as much of his momentum as he could, but he had to wait until right before he was about to hit the trees or it wasn't going to do him a whole lot of good. He blinked against the wind, doing his best to keep his eyes open now. He waited as long as he could. His finger tips burned with the stored energy. He brought his hands in front of him in a clapping motion as fast and hard as he could, which in this case wasn't that fast. The speed was less important than the energy and will behind it of course. As his hands met, his fingertips brushed the first of the leaves and a wave of hair threw him up a few feet and jostled the trees below him. Then came the impact.
Of course the trees didn't do such a great job catching him. He wasn't the biggest person in the world but leaves do a terrible job of holding one in the air. He broke through them, his skin burning as he received little cuts here and there, his plain gray clothes were ripped as branches grabbed them. He managed to hit a rather stout branch low on a tree. It knocked the air out of him but he held on for dear life not sure how far up he was at this point. He looked down and after catching his breath gave a sigh. He was only five or six feet off of the ground at this point. He let himself drop and managed to land on his feet. His bare feet. He looked down at the tattered remains of a shirt and pants he was wearing a belt with two larger scabbards on the left side, and two smaller ones on the right, black handles sticking out of all four. He took a moment to question how they didn't manage to fly out during the fall or his spectacular landing. Then he looked down at his bare feet again. "No shoes? Really? Ratty old clothes that I never wore, no shoes, oh of course you get to keep your weapons." He kicked at the grass lightly. "No pack with field rations in it or anything?" He looked up into the air. "No, I know, you aren't going to answer anyway."
He very nearly took off walking before he realized he had no idea where or when he was. He took another look around and made his way over to a tree, sitting down and placing his back against it. "Yup, going to sit here for a minute, grumble about how unfair this is, and then get up and...from the looks of it build something to sleep in out of branches." He nodded a few times and let his eyes close and his head lean back against the tree.
