Callynite
Cally was scared for perhaps the first time in her life. She had faced down hideous monsters - outran a Disirax in it's own caves, she's out raced crazy creatures and not hesitate when jumping ravines, or racing along tiny ledges. She'd always been fearless and adventurous. But something about these woods are terrifying, more than just terrifying even. They felt wrong, and unwhole. Like partially between one place and another. She moved forward however, slowly and hesitant, each step as difficult as the last. She glanced at the trees, trying to keep herself aware of what way she was going and where she was going and not get lost.
That tree looks familiar. Cally pauses, glancing towards the tree, her eyes roaming over the gnarled trunk. Actually - it looked more than a little familiar, it looked very familiar. She was certain she'd seen it before, passed it before. She circled around it and at a different angle her eyes widened before despair swept through her tiny form . . . She'd passed it twice - she'd seen it from that side as well. Her head fell against the gnarled trunk, with a solid thwack - followed by two more thwacks as she repeated the motion that best described her distress and just having learned that she was lost. A final thwack was given, just to seal the deal before she turned to continue on, only to find herself stuck against the gnarled tree that was greatest disdain.
Her eyes crossed as she tried to see the problem, only for a despairing moan to leave her at the sight of her horn stuck fast against the gnarled tree. HOW HAD SHE FORGOTTEN ABOUT THE HORN! Can this get any worse? At least Coy wasn't around to see and make fun of her. She angled her body slightly - a familiar pose she'd had to use before to unstick her horn from trees that it grew too attached to. Forelegs braced against the tree trunk, she leaned forward slightly before throwing all of her weight back, while pushing off the tree with all of her strength. The combined momentum of those two acts quickly had her horn sliding free, and the little doe landing on her back among the pine needles and fallen leaves.
Laying on the ground in dismay, she pondered for a moment why she was in this forest to begin with.Help . . . . me . . . . Oh, right, that was why. Cally rolled onto her hooves with a heavy grunt, before starting forward again, her gaze jumping from shadow to shadow. Did they look like they were moving? These seemed to be growing more corpreal, into shadowy bodies following and watching her, reaching and yearning for her. "G-g-ghosts!" The little doe screamed before running into the woods in a franctic frenzy. She didn't notice the air growing damp or cold. She didn't see the fog creeping in and along. She didn't see any of this, except for the shadows that were reaching for her, always out of the corner of her eye, never there when she turned to stare.
And then suddenly she was running straight into a bank of fog that surrounded her completely, leaving her lost in a void of just silver mist. A startled whimper left her as she stood frozen, hearing sounds around her. Moans and rustling, and then wailing - so much wailing. Cally's voice soon joined their voices, terrified and uncertain.Help . . . . The plea was just barely there, and only her dual ears, one with hearing pitched low, helped to disperse the rest of the wailing and allow her to hear that cry. And with that, some of the fear dispersed. Someone needed her help, and Cally wasn't going to deny it. She was going to help, to assist. She hoped. She took a steadying breath before stepping forward, and again, and again. Another wail sounded almost right next to her. Yeah, nope, gotta run! her speed kicked up, partially to hope to find the way out, partially to find the one crying and pleading for help.
"Speech"
Cally, in a fit of partial terror and partial determination continues to moverun with almost uncontrollable fear through the fog to help the individual
That tree looks familiar. Cally pauses, glancing towards the tree, her eyes roaming over the gnarled trunk. Actually - it looked more than a little familiar, it looked very familiar. She was certain she'd seen it before, passed it before. She circled around it and at a different angle her eyes widened before despair swept through her tiny form . . . She'd passed it twice - she'd seen it from that side as well. Her head fell against the gnarled trunk, with a solid thwack - followed by two more thwacks as she repeated the motion that best described her distress and just having learned that she was lost. A final thwack was given, just to seal the deal before she turned to continue on, only to find herself stuck against the gnarled tree that was greatest disdain.
Her eyes crossed as she tried to see the problem, only for a despairing moan to leave her at the sight of her horn stuck fast against the gnarled tree. HOW HAD SHE FORGOTTEN ABOUT THE HORN! Can this get any worse? At least Coy wasn't around to see and make fun of her. She angled her body slightly - a familiar pose she'd had to use before to unstick her horn from trees that it grew too attached to. Forelegs braced against the tree trunk, she leaned forward slightly before throwing all of her weight back, while pushing off the tree with all of her strength. The combined momentum of those two acts quickly had her horn sliding free, and the little doe landing on her back among the pine needles and fallen leaves.
Laying on the ground in dismay, she pondered for a moment why she was in this forest to begin with.
And then suddenly she was running straight into a bank of fog that surrounded her completely, leaving her lost in a void of just silver mist. A startled whimper left her as she stood frozen, hearing sounds around her. Moans and rustling, and then wailing - so much wailing. Cally's voice soon joined their voices, terrified and uncertain.
"Speech"
Cally, in a fit of partial terror and partial determination continues to move
