Morning light pours through a young man's window, the light grazing over his eyes slowly. The young man slowly leaned up in bed, stretching slowly with a loud yawn. He picks up his phone from his small night stand, unplugging it and checking the time. "Dam, didn't expect to wake up this early. Maybe I should go on that hike I've been putting off for a while." He said slowly to himself. "Well it won't be all that bad. Maybe I'll see a lynx or a bobcat, maybe a wolf." he commented to himself while leaving bed to freshen up. _ -2 hours later
He stepped out of the shower, drying himself off a little slowly still trying to wake up even after that shower. He grabs his work pair of jeans and an old military jacket he was given as a young kid, while packing a little bag of clothes and food. He opens his closet door, to see his and his fathers gun safe. Opening it, he grabs the 9 MilliMeter handgun with some extra magazines and throws them in his bag. He thinks about picking between the Mini14 or the Ar-10 for his rifle. "I'm going on a quick hike and hunting trip, no harm in extra mags for a rifle." he spoke to himself out loud. Grabbing the mini 14 with extra magazines and rounds for the rifle. On the way out grabbing his keys and heading down to hop in his truck. Picking up speed on the way only driving on back roads for speed. Blasting some country rock music while blankly staring at the road, a long humanoid figure runs across the road. Stepping on the brakes, his heart racing from the encounter. "WHAT THE FA–FUCK WAS THAT?" he yelled, grabbing his rifle. He took his hand off the rifle, there was no point for him to go after it, and he continued down the dirt road. Finally making it to the large dirt parking lot, with wood logs as stopping points. He pulls into the closest lot by the entrance to the trail. Stepping out the truck before even grabbing his equipment he looks upon the trail. " Looks different from last year… More trees and foliage than last time." An out loud comment said into the open air. With only the air responding with a cold passing of wind. Grabbing his things leaving with a bit of pep in his step. As he continued down the path the wind blew in a strange direction, blowing leaves left and right but the grass not moving with the leaves. With little stone pillars and portrayals of animal heads carved into large rocks, with the path dissipating into a knoll. Only observing his options, he spots a cut out in the trees containing a small pathway. As he continued down the way, fog slowly kicked up, soon covering the path. He looked down in defeat knowing there's not going to be a hunt today. While looking down in defeat he noticed a pair of tracks, but while looking he noticed one of the tracks was a little big. Too big. A quick shuffle came from the dense brush of overgrown woods, a pair of yellow eyes peered at the man behind some bushes, the fog was too dense to see the person's body. " Hey, do you need any help?" he calls out to the person, with the eyes swiftly disappearing. He looks back to the main trail, with a figure holding a long stick. Surprising that the figure had pointy things on top of his head. The figure in the distance waves to the man " hello human." The figure soon put down his hand. A loud voice came farther in the fog. " AANON, THERE'S HUMANS." the figure in the distance called to the other. " Yeah but it's only one, and he's unarmed." the figure said with a little glee. A taller and seems stronger figure appears next to the other. "Aanon we don't need anymore trouble, just leave him." Both figures walked deeper into the fog, Only the sound of their steps getting farther with no stopping. A loud snap came from behind the man, he whiped his entire body ready to use the handgun on his hip. Only for him to see a lanky figure in a robe running into the woods, with the better question on his mind. Why does that person have weird legs?. He looked down now with the handgun lowered in his right hand. Strung out all throughout the path were paw prints of varying sizes, with a pair of paw prints diagonally behind him. Probably when he wasn't looking, he had no time to observe the prints and place the handgun back on his hip and walked forward. The fog got more dense to the point where he couldn't see five feet in front of him, noises of animals both in front and behind him. Grabbing the sling that held his rifle, quickly grabbing the hand grip pulling back the charging handle accidentally dropping the muzzle into the dirt, picking up the front by the handguard. He left the stock collapsed ready to defend himself from anything, scanning the area he notices the fog clears slowly, with the path more visible to him. Continuing on the path he stops at the edge of a deep knoll, looking ahead he views an old time village or even city. He turned around, rifle raised to see who was stalking him, but there was nothing but an opening to the forest. Not even the path he was walking on a minute ago. Looking back to the city, he kneels at the top of the knoll dropping his rifle and bag next to him, rummaging through his pack he picks his binoculars. Scanning the area he couldn't find any life, animal nor human. Vering his eyes down a sigh with strange writing on it, He knew he had to see it up close. Throwing the binoculars in his bag and picking up his rifle, he quickly walked down the knoll, checking behind him often to make sure he was alone. Closely walking to the dusty wood pole with a carved message on it, A language the man cannot comprehend with the only thing he could slightly make out was the word's lynx and keidran. He verbally stated aloud "The fuck is a Kei-dran?" Looking down more there was a woodcut of an arrow pointing to the right, maybe directions to the city. Shifting his head to the right there was a dirt path present past some trees. As he walks past the pole he continues to occasionally look over his shoulder, with him getting closer to the start of the dirt path there was a sense of faint music and chatter. In surprise, he picks up the pace to see all the lively crowds and maybe some help. The grass blew briefly, a cold wind passing through the man's body. Making it close to the path turning past a giant tree, he looks to see only an old-timey wagon from a medieval era. Observing the cart, there are two similar figures on top of the cart, the smaller one turned to face the path behind. The young man is stunned to see the smaller figure has a muzzle, and animal ears. The man takes in his surroundings, realizing that the lynx was standing on two feet, and especially could talk. The man knows something, the only way is forward