http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=12439 (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=12439)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/BhG9cQk.jpg)</div></div><br/><br/><br/>Watching the years go by, helping these farmers with their fields, has been almost like a warm dream. The years passing on by like a warm summer day, always lament with the smells and sounds of summer rain. Ahhh yes, so nice, as such a environment no goddess could not resist for hundreds of years. Enjoying the festivals held in my honor decade after decade, always deciding to watch from afar, lest not to scare them away with my true form. Ah yes, the warm comforts is something to cherish throughout the centuries of my existence.<br/><br/>It was only during my watchful gaze upon the farmers, one midsummer eve, did I happen across their new farm techniques, as they were all a flitter about not needing to rely on the whims of the wolf anymore. Humans, always wanting to improve on nature and themselves, and have no such need for my assistance anymore. Dreams of my homeland, far to the north, come back to mind. A desire to see my own kin after these centuries of summer and harvest.<br/><br/>Deep, deep within the oldest forest of the land, I gather. Arising from my slumber in the form of a human, puffy wolfy ears and tail donning this body as I stretch and smile to myself.<strong>"I shall miss this place, I ponder? Yes, I truly shall..." </strong>Thus do I gather the various offerings humans have given to this grove over the centuries, as travel shall always be fraught with peril. Applying my amulet, the anklet onto my left ankle, and the bag with what food I have gathered from the wood. Walking off and down the northern road, nude and unashamed of my quest to rejoin my people.