Cally stood at the edge of the bridge as a fire was slowly lighting in her vibrant green eyes. A slight breeze gave lift to the cloak draped over her back, as her pose turned almost eager and poised for action. In a different setting she might appear the deer-hyrbid joan of ark ready to take on the world, but she was far more adept to take on an adventure as Callynite. And Cally was certain there was an adventure to be had. The island screamed 'come and explore me, see what can be seen'. It was only the second time she'd been to it, but even that first time when she'd focused on fact gathering rather than the more serious exploring she had been eager to see what the island had to offer, what secrets it could produce, and how willing it would be to give them up.
The former druid stood ready as her eyes took in the sights. This early in the morning, the sun only beginning to rise in the east, she wasn't surprised that there weren't too many individuals around. In fact, she was certain that most others would start showing up in the next hour or so . . . did Novus pass time the same way the Thicket did? She hadn't seen any time keep devices from what little she had explored and seen yet, but she was sure the days were the same length. That had been another reason it had taken her a small bit of time to get to the island and really look it over, she'd been going through quite the process to get used to this world.
Well not just this world, but the changes that had happened to Cally as well. The transformation was slowly growing to be something she was more familiar with. Her steps were easier, now used to the odd hooves that adorned her feet, and more particularly her longer and leaner limbs. She'd even grown used to the odd equine shape of her body and the thicker fur. Thankfully she still had some of her more familiar features, like her dual ears, large eyes, fawn-shaped tail, horn and antlers. Even her nose was hers, but her face stature was odd. She couldn't quite understand what was the purpose of the transformation other than the fact that everyone she'd come across seemed to be mostly equine and she'd been born a deer - she still was a deer in her mind, she refused to identify as anything else, and certainly not a mutant of a hybrid . . . hearing that be a way to describe her had really messed her up, even if the odd stallion had apologized later, it had been the best way to describe her odd mix of horse and deer . . . a mutant. Not a positive word, but she wasn't too positive with the changes.
The biggest change was what she didn't have though, what she couldn't feel. This close to the trees and brush, she should be hearing their voices, feeling the presence of the natural world. She should be able to greet them in warmth, and ask them for directions. She should be commanding vines to move obstacles from her path, speaking to the very being of nature to get her bearing. Her form should be fluid, a transformation between deer and any other creature she desired to take the shape of (even if it was usually the small white fox she'd grown fond of). But those druid abilities were gone, and with their disappearance a hole had formed in the center of being, a hole that wouldn't be filled until she could find a way to unlock anything of her former magical prowess. She didn't fit into Novus much to begin with, that she'd lost so much in the transformation made it even harder.
But enough on the past that couldn't be changed now, and back to the journey on hand. Cally headed forward, her tiny form moving smoothly. She stood tall as she made her way through the sands, green eyes looking for a good place to start before finding an almost obscure trail that was clearly used by game and the creatures of the island. It was just the faintest flattening of vegetation, almost hidden by those who weren't trained in finding those sort of things. Thankfully Cally had the training, from being taught by the forests of her home in what to follow, and the old, old lessons from her Ranger father. The ex-druid new what to look for, and knew if she wanted to discover the secrets of this world, sh;d need to think like the citizens of the island. She pushed through the brush without hesitation, her steps careful but steady as she began her trek to the center of the island.
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@Random Events
The former druid stood ready as her eyes took in the sights. This early in the morning, the sun only beginning to rise in the east, she wasn't surprised that there weren't too many individuals around. In fact, she was certain that most others would start showing up in the next hour or so . . . did Novus pass time the same way the Thicket did? She hadn't seen any time keep devices from what little she had explored and seen yet, but she was sure the days were the same length. That had been another reason it had taken her a small bit of time to get to the island and really look it over, she'd been going through quite the process to get used to this world.
Well not just this world, but the changes that had happened to Cally as well. The transformation was slowly growing to be something she was more familiar with. Her steps were easier, now used to the odd hooves that adorned her feet, and more particularly her longer and leaner limbs. She'd even grown used to the odd equine shape of her body and the thicker fur. Thankfully she still had some of her more familiar features, like her dual ears, large eyes, fawn-shaped tail, horn and antlers. Even her nose was hers, but her face stature was odd. She couldn't quite understand what was the purpose of the transformation other than the fact that everyone she'd come across seemed to be mostly equine and she'd been born a deer - she still was a deer in her mind, she refused to identify as anything else, and certainly not a mutant of a hybrid . . . hearing that be a way to describe her had really messed her up, even if the odd stallion had apologized later, it had been the best way to describe her odd mix of horse and deer . . . a mutant. Not a positive word, but she wasn't too positive with the changes.
The biggest change was what she didn't have though, what she couldn't feel. This close to the trees and brush, she should be hearing their voices, feeling the presence of the natural world. She should be able to greet them in warmth, and ask them for directions. She should be commanding vines to move obstacles from her path, speaking to the very being of nature to get her bearing. Her form should be fluid, a transformation between deer and any other creature she desired to take the shape of (even if it was usually the small white fox she'd grown fond of). But those druid abilities were gone, and with their disappearance a hole had formed in the center of being, a hole that wouldn't be filled until she could find a way to unlock anything of her former magical prowess. She didn't fit into Novus much to begin with, that she'd lost so much in the transformation made it even harder.
But enough on the past that couldn't be changed now, and back to the journey on hand. Cally headed forward, her tiny form moving smoothly. She stood tall as she made her way through the sands, green eyes looking for a good place to start before finding an almost obscure trail that was clearly used by game and the creatures of the island. It was just the faintest flattening of vegetation, almost hidden by those who weren't trained in finding those sort of things. Thankfully Cally had the training, from being taught by the forests of her home in what to follow, and the old, old lessons from her Ranger father. The ex-druid new what to look for, and knew if she wanted to discover the secrets of this world, sh;d need to think like the citizens of the island. She pushed through the brush without hesitation, her steps careful but steady as she began her trek to the center of the island.
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