[center][h2][color=black][b]Tomas Collins[/b][/color][/h2]
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[i][color=black]“ I've been gone for far too long.”[/color][/i][/center]
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[b]H[/b]e could feel the thunderous beating of his heart, the quickening as his paws battered the woodland soil, and beyond that a instinct that fed his urge to find home. Tomas labored through the blurring trees, following the scent of the Blue Ridge pack. An abundance of woodsy, musky, and a especially unique odor. The scent that werewolves, lycans, or whatever they were calling themselves carried. 

[b]B[/b]olting around a large tree, he came upon an outstretched cliff, the quaint settlement was near. Far below him they lived their more-likely boring lives, he decided suddenly. Though he knew he shouldn't have. It was all they had known, all they were use to. Exploring had broaden his horizon but they … they were still stuck in dusk. Tomas looked down his blackened snout, his heaving deep and loud. 

[color=black][i][b]N[/b]ot long now. I'll make it down the mountain in maybe an hour or two … half an hour if I push myself.[/i][/color] He stepped away from the cliff, pawing towards the pathless greenery. [color=black][i]Its been awhile, I've forgotten how much I love the shift. Living among humans has soften my instincts, left them dull. But I can feel them sharpening quickly.[/i][/color] He managed a throaty chuckle before starting into a sprint, loping down the cliff towards a further down path. 

[b]T[/b]he early morning light glazed his black coat as he stepped behind a nearby tree, one just outside the settlement. He felt the rigid cracking of his bones as a heat took over.  Before long he was upright, naked and, moist with sweat; the weight of his belongings pulling on his chest. Tomas took off the dark green duffle bag, changed into simplistic clothes, and stepped out with a charming smile on his lips. 

[color=black] [b]“I[/b] won't even think about all the she-wolves I'm smelling. Looks like my brother is doing a fine job. ”[/color] he mused, walking into the flourishing settlement as if he belonged, as if everyone should recognize and remember him.