//let’s just ,,,,,, ignore the last time i made a return thread w this guy
also this is rlly bad hejcjdjd who o ps
If one were to ask Pierce where he had been for the last few months, or maybe it had even been years, he would have no idea what to say to them. The truth was, he wasn’t quite sure. He had had quite the rude awakening not too long ago, finding himself in the middle of the Thunderlands with no idea where he was, who he was with, or where he was from. Aside from that, though, he wasn’t sure what had happened. As time passed and he took more time to himself, however, a few things began coming back. He was Pierce Parker, and he had grown up in a place called Blizz- or, didn’t they call it, like, Elysia or something, now? He didn’t know, but that was what he had heard from one of the travelers he had come across during his time alone. Whatever they had decided to name it, it was still his home, the place he had been raised, where he had put so much heart into to help lead and take care of. With the change in name, as well as the passing of many, many moons, he didn’t doubt there had been a multitude of changes to his old home.
Regardless, here he was, wide-eyed as he approached the floating islands that made up the land that belonged to the Coven of Elysia. They were not exactly the same as he remembered, but his memory was certainly skewed, so maybe he was just mistaken. Either way, there was something familiar about the scent on the air and the appearance of the islands. The serval stepped toward what he assumed was the border of the group’s territory, amber gaze flicking over the view before him. He cleared his throat, attempting to ignore the shaking of his leg as he prepared to speak. Pierce hadn’t struggled to talk to strangers since he was extremely young, but something about returning to this place, which was both so new and so familiar, arose a sense of nervousness. With a deep breath, however, he spoke, "Uh- hello? My name is Pierce Parker, I’m back." He couldn’t help but wonder if anyone here even knew him- it had been so long, and he was somewhat worried, with his recent struggles with memory, that he may not recognize those who knew him. "I’m from here," he elaborated, “It’s just, uh, been a little while. It felt wrong to say that when he didn’t know the place at all, but it wasn’t like he could say he was from anywhere else - this place had been his home for the majority of his life, whether it was exactly the same or not.