During the period of a day, Ain had packed his bag in the guest room of Celeste's house and put on his red cloak that he had not worn in a week. Just recently he listened in on the conversation between a police officer, Celeste and her son - Shale, from what he learned he steeled himself and knew that he had to do. With the police around that were looking for him according to Zoraida, The Black Wings looking for him definitely, and the current goings of the house like Shale's behavior; it was a done deal that he was just in the way and was best for everyone involved if he just went back to his real home - the Forbidden Forest.
Hopping into the kitchen when Celeste wasn't around, he held his helmet under his arm and wrapped up the remaining cake to go and placed it in his bag. Ain appreciated that he was allowed to stay but he couldn't just stick around. He knew for a while that he should leave, the only reason he stayed was because he personally didn't want to - and Celeste would probably not tell him directly to leave so he was left with sneaking out.
With that he had all of his things, put on his helmet and threw his bag over his shoulder and ran out the door. By now he was fully healed, and ran faster than he had ever run in his life. It was quite curious but he didn't really care at the moment.Taking detours through backyards to avoid attention on the streets he was at least partially sure that no one had seen him leave Celeste's house and didn't think anyone noticed him running through the cities alleyways on the way out of Manta Carlos City.
In a short amount of time he made it to the edge of the city, past the cementary and dashed further into The Woods like a blur of red. The whole time his expression under his helmet was a frown, he had really wished that he could live a happy life like everyone else, but that wasn't his fate. Making his way through the trees, he slid around them with effortless ease, bending his elastic body and kicking off branches at great speed until finally he found his way back to The Forbidden Forest where his small house was - away from most people.
The Forbidden Forest was a dangerous place with vicious monsters around but he was quite used to it by now after fifty years, and easily bypassed the most dangerous parts to a clearing where his small one floor house was. 'I'm home, I guess.' he thought to himself as he arrived and stepped up the porch and tossed his bag by his rocking chair that was out front, he took a second to breath, and for a while he zoned out knowing that he would probably spend many more years away from people.
He sighed sadly.
Ain who had finally got comfortable being back, took out his bow and looked to the treeline where he had set targets for archery practice. He had not practiced in a long while, and walked into the center of the clearing and began firing off arrows into the targets. Each shot no matter how far away they were were bull-eyes, and he chuckled to himself on whether he actually needed to practice when he heard a noise and slipped and missed a single arrow that flew into a nearby tree.
'Who is there?' he questioned to himself.
@Pallas
Hopping into the kitchen when Celeste wasn't around, he held his helmet under his arm and wrapped up the remaining cake to go and placed it in his bag. Ain appreciated that he was allowed to stay but he couldn't just stick around. He knew for a while that he should leave, the only reason he stayed was because he personally didn't want to - and Celeste would probably not tell him directly to leave so he was left with sneaking out.
With that he had all of his things, put on his helmet and threw his bag over his shoulder and ran out the door. By now he was fully healed, and ran faster than he had ever run in his life. It was quite curious but he didn't really care at the moment.Taking detours through backyards to avoid attention on the streets he was at least partially sure that no one had seen him leave Celeste's house and didn't think anyone noticed him running through the cities alleyways on the way out of Manta Carlos City.
In a short amount of time he made it to the edge of the city, past the cementary and dashed further into The Woods like a blur of red. The whole time his expression under his helmet was a frown, he had really wished that he could live a happy life like everyone else, but that wasn't his fate. Making his way through the trees, he slid around them with effortless ease, bending his elastic body and kicking off branches at great speed until finally he found his way back to The Forbidden Forest where his small house was - away from most people.
The Forbidden Forest was a dangerous place with vicious monsters around but he was quite used to it by now after fifty years, and easily bypassed the most dangerous parts to a clearing where his small one floor house was. 'I'm home, I guess.' he thought to himself as he arrived and stepped up the porch and tossed his bag by his rocking chair that was out front, he took a second to breath, and for a while he zoned out knowing that he would probably spend many more years away from people.
He sighed sadly.
Ain who had finally got comfortable being back, took out his bow and looked to the treeline where he had set targets for archery practice. He had not practiced in a long while, and walked into the center of the clearing and began firing off arrows into the targets. Each shot no matter how far away they were were bull-eyes, and he chuckled to himself on whether he actually needed to practice when he heard a noise and slipped and missed a single arrow that flew into a nearby tree.
'Who is there?' he questioned to himself.
@Pallas