Osarin made his way slowly back to the town, his mother hadn't helped him as much as he hoped she would have. He was lost in his head, maybe he had inherited enough Dryad to be intimately in touch with the earth, but not enough to be void of dreams. He sighed, and stared at the canopy of trees, watching as it thinned as he neared the town. It took twenty minutes of walking under the clear blue sky before the clack of his shoes on pavement alerted him that he was in town. He looked down, to see who all was out and about. Very few people buzzed around, it was a small town, very homey. Osarin wasn't fond of it.<br/><br/>Bored, and a little restless, Osarin just ignored the town, and kept walking. Eventually he would find something interesting, or get lost, whichever came first would be his escape. The sun beat down on his dark skin, warming him. The Circle could wait to be unraveled, today was a beautiful day, and he was bound and determined to enjoy it. A soft smile graced his lips as the sun danced in his deep green eyes. It wasn't long before he was again lost in his own head.<br/><br/><span style="color: #40BFFF"><span style="font-style: italic">Osarin sat at the top of a mountainous cliff, a river drifting lazily below. So familiar. He took a deep breath, and the soft scream of an arrow passed nearby. He stood, and turned from the river to face the trees. There, the dark hunter stood. Statuesque, he faded into the forest. Osarin smiled playfully, and began the chase. The dark skinned hunter gave chase, running swiftly through the trees, his footfalls little more than than the sound of the leaves shuffling under his feet. Osarin felt clumsy in his run, cracking twigs, tripping on roots, ducking branches. Soon, Osarin paused, there was a clearing, and he had a plan. With a soft grunt, he faded away into a tree. The dark skinned hunter neared the clearing, looking for his predator. Osarin watched as he neared his tree. Once close enough Osarin</span></span>fell face first, his foot stuck on a small jutting rock.With a hard thud, he hit the ground, his arms shielding his face. With a sigh of disdain, he rolled over. The sky was still gorgeous and clear, the air smelled of rain though.<br/><br/>As he sat up, he heard feet behind him, turning to see who it was, he found a knife at his throat. Lovely. "You're coming with us. Ma'am." One man said. While not ugly, his missing teeth and scraggly, patchy beard detracted heavily from his overall attractiveness.<br/><br/>"Whatever." Osarin agreed. At least this would lead to interest.<br/><br/><br/>It wasn't long before Osarin, hands bound behind his back, found himself entering a larger town, he recognized it, but had never seen it from the slavers entrance. "Hmmm." He smiled, curiously.<br/><br/>"You're gonna make someone very happy." The smaller, thinner, rattier man stated smugly. Osarin had no idea how he was getting out of this, but he knew he was going to have fun doing it. The coach stopped, and the two men escorted Osarin out, and up some back alley stairs into a large, elegant manor.<br/><br/>"We got one." The tall, bulky man stated. "Where's the reward?"<br/><br/>"On the table, ma'am, please go upstairs." While polite, it was easily a threat, as an armed guard grabbed Osarin's arm, and lead him up the stairs, only releasing him once outside a room. With a quick slice, Osarin's binding were cut, and he was ushered into the room, a bedroom, go figure. There were silk sheets on the bed, and fancy curtains. A bottle of champagne sat in a half full container of ice.<br/><br/>With a sigh, Osarin set to work. he grabbed all the silk sheets he could carry, the champagne, and a decorative bow set hung over the dresser. he looked at the windows, they weren't barred, but they were bolted closed from the outside. Nothing ivy couldn't fix. With a stern look, the ivy growing down the sides of the building wound to the window, and it's tiny leaves acted as hands, unbolting the bolts. With a smile, Osarin tried to push open the window. Click.<span style="font-style: italic">Still locked?</span>He searched around. There was no reason he could see, so he took a step back, and the ivy grew over the window, layering it, cracking it. One piece fell to the floor, the rest were pulled outside by the tiny hand-like leaves of the ivy.<br/><br/>Boring.<br/><br/>Osarin Pushed the silk sheets out the window, the ivy parting for him, and looked down. Only the second story? Felt like more, maybe entered through a basement. He shrugged, and pushed the silk further out, throwing it into a nearby tree. He soon followed it. The climb down was aggravating, the silk getting caught on every branch and bit of bark. Once on the ground, he wrapped everything up in one of the silk sheets, which was then tied to his back. the yard was huge, and well tended, but the guards were less than attentive. it wasn't until he reached the gate that he had trouble. he doubted he could fit through the bars, and didn't know how to open it. The gate was taller than he was, and he didn't really want to climb it. At his inspection of the gate, the guards started questioning his presence, looking to each other, "Get Her!"<br/><br/>"Crap." it was made evident that his escape was just that. With a hard thud, he slammed into the gate, which did little other than hurt his shoulder. He could run through a tree, but all his looted goods would be left behind. Hesitating, he put his hands in the air, and shrugged. "Ok, I give."<br/><br/>"Bring her back up here, now!" The polite man from before now shouted. As the guards neared, Osarin smiled, and waved his hands.<br/><br/>"I didn't say I surrender." He said with a soft laugh. "I said I give. Aren't you going to ask what?" The guards, perplexed, slowed, glancing to one another. "I give... Plants." He smiled happily. He turned his palms up, and brush grew from under the guards, lifting some off their feet, pushing some back, most just tangled up in the mess of shrubbery. With that, Osarin threw a sarcastic smile, and began pulling himself up the bars. Once in the street, he made a break for the exit of the town. "Well, certainly not bored anymore." He smiled, laughing as he ran.