With not a Word More he had Disappeared

It was time to go back into the World. Dawn was eking its way above the horizon and glowed a pinkish gold in the early light. In sitting, his mentor was the same height to Puck, and with the familiarity he felt in that moment, he affectionately placed one hand upon the Lion's shoulder, whilst looking hard into his eyes and through to his being.

As he did this the form of the great golden Lion shivered and began to dissolve before him, and for one moment, in its place, stood a man - a strong man - still continuing to look back at him.

He was broad and muscular, and had strength about his presence - his chest was bare and he wore his long straight hair pulled back behind him falling down to his waist. Puck, for just a second, seemed to recognise the figure - and in the moment that he did, the form had returned back into the sagely Lion that he knew so well.

Puck took the glasses off and returned them into the bag. "Azlan, I must go back now, mustn't I?"

The Lion nodded his assent replying gently: "yes, my Son" and with not a word more he had disappeared.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series