Changed: The days of summer came, with them a bright and dominant sun. It's light beat down on the green plains, the region nameless due to it's remoteness from the small known world, many miles away. Here, one could walk for days without seeing another soul, the silent paths, sparsely treded as summer's long, warm days dragged on, followed by it's comfortable and cool nights. It had been long since the rains had come, hunting season was ideal as the occasional hunter, or animal roamed the fields. This day, seemed different... the wind calmer, the sky clearer... it was an ideal day. The region was home to one small village, it's small thatched huts, scattered as a small brook flowed down it's center. A few scattered trees grew on the banks of the small strem, the lazy breezes of the midday summer fading as in the distance, down the banks of the churling stream, a figure sat hunched at it's banks, a small wooden canteen in hand, he now drew from the river's cold waters. It appeared to be an ordinary human. Dressed in the traditional garbs of plaingoers. A mostly clean, woven white shirt, made of a material much like cotton, loose legwear that seemed to be dirtied under his loose, flowing pants. He drew up the wooden canteen, fastening the cap as he walked down the banks. His long brown hair, was clean and bulled back, his eyes a vibrant green... He appeared to be in a good physical condition, his body Svelte yet, slightly muscled. He was cleanly shaven, seeming he valued keeping his physical appearance up. He continued down the sandy banks of the snaking river until he reached a rise, at it's base, the lazy... yet, welcoming village lie sprawled out before him, still quite a distance away from him as he sighed and sat upoon the grassy knoll feeling it was time for a rest... he bothered not to look back at the trail, not knowing if others were along it's sparsely traveled curves.
ME: The village before him was somewhat active with people going about there lives in peace. It was mostly a mixture of different feline furs, not many humans among them. One of these furs, a lion to be exact, was walking back from the stream, a mostly full urn in his straining arms. Golden fur glistened in the bright but gentle rays of light that fell upon it, giving him a somewhat unearthly quality. A red mane extended from his otherwise messy head of hair, a bit of it woven into braids. He wore peasantly clothing for the most part, a light brown tunic that draped over loose slacks of a faded green color. Both pieces of clothing looked worn from work, as did the black leather belt that held it all together. Bare paws led him where he was headed, the bottoms of which, along with his hands, were a much lighter shade than the rest of his fur. In fact, it was the very shade of his underside. Upon reaching the first building he set the ceramic container gingerly to the ground, ropey muscle relaxing under his thick skin. He was a great example of how beautiful a lion could be, his form lean and free of most fat.
Changed: The sun continued to hang high in the sky above, the sound of the plain insects rife throughout the air as the worn human sat up. His skin was fair, yet slightly tanned from the unending summer sun casting it's rays down upon him and the earth. He brought a hand past his cheek pushing a stray strand of his fine, smooth brown hair, still feeling it was smooth as he'd tended to shaving recently. Yet about his physical appearance, his dulled, green eyes seemed the only thing not human about him... they seemed to cast of some kind of invisible glow, eminating something other than what he appeared as. A cool breeze whipped across the endless plains, stirring the endless sea of pale green grass. He looked across the fields endless and stood as he stretched, raising his hands high above his head. With a somewhat quieted sigh, he turned towards the village... now set on getting there quicker instead of lazing in his slight exaustion. He set onto the dirt path from the green grasses of the plain, now cresting the knoll and heading down towards the village, staring down as his battered wooden sandals, his mind wandering as he pay no attention to the path... his eyes set, staring at the ground.