Morpheus glimpsed over the beautiful scene before him, before turning and leaping from the rock, changing forms before he landed. The ground below his feet sent out a small cloud of dust as he landed, but it didn't seem to phase him. Glimpsing back, he began to walk off in the direct he had originated from.<br/><br/>His majestic black fur seemed to shimmer in the wind as he walked the makeshift path between trees and rocks. There were others here, he was sure of it, but he hadn't really made an effort of making himself known. There were many many species here, which made Morpheus a little edgy. He would rather kill another and be banished than allow his species to lose blood.<br/><br/>The forest shifted slightly in the wind as he wandered aimlessly across the lands of Aislin Haven, not really scouting or mapping, just walking to clear his mind. No destination, though he made note to remember the way home. It was easy to get lost in such grace.