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Played by Offline Dyzzie [PM] Posts: 19 — Threads: 4
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Dawn Court Citizen
Female [She/Her/Hers] // 3 [Year 500 Fall] // 10 hh // Hth: 17 — Atk: 3 — Exp: 10 // Active Magic: N/A // Bonded: N/A
#1



Callynite
The forest felt the most like home to the little doe of a horse. There wasnt yet a thicket for her to grow most comfortable in yet; like the one she had lived in when she was in her home world: but she had hope to finding one. But today's exploration into this forest wasnt for that . . . Today she had a new goal in mind, that came from the gold and emerald bow strapped to the side of her empty satchel. A few arrows sat in thr quiver at her side, but she needed more. Needed to understand the art of what it would take to make more, get the feel for the gifted bow. She moved through the forest, eyes peeled for any useful twigs. As she found them, the items would glow green before being tucked into her satchel. Loose feathers were added to the bag, until she had a small supply of both. Only then did she begin searching for flimsy, bendy pieces of twigs.

A small pile was soon gathered, as well as a pile off odd shaped rocks. Laying down by the piles, Cally started on the flimsy pieces of twigs, stripping them of bark with her hoof, before chewing lightly on them with teeth to help make the fibrous twigs easier to use. As she did so, a rock was levitated and brought down on the edge of another rock with as much mental strength as the doe had, slowly chipping the rocks into the shape of an arrowhead.

The actions weren't going to create arrows quickly, though, and Cally worked with a patience and dedication that spoke of her having done this before. As the fibrous, flexible twigs were chewed into easily wrapped and knotted bits of vegetation, they were set aside and the arrowhead stone put in another pile. Any rocks found to be too flaky was quick to be tossed aside as not reliable, as were the tough rocks that didnt want to break. Once those piles were prepped the mare took to handling the arrows shafts (or twings) she had collected earlier, stripping them of bark, and make sure they would be thick and strong.

Only then did she start fastening the first arrow, using her mind magic to wrap and bind the arrowhead to the tip of the arrow, and sorting through the feathers to find black and white ones. Setting the colored versions aside, to be used later; the female finished binding all the pieces of the arrow together, repeating the process until all of the arrow head arrows where complete and in her quiver, arrowhead down. Afte, she used the rest of the binding, feathers and arrows to make blunter arrows by sharpening the edges of the twigs and branches and rounding out the tip, and binding the colorful feathers to the end to be able to tell them apart from the arrowheaded arrows.

Once done, it was time for Cally's favorite part . . . Using the bow. She stood, a green glow surrounding a single blunt arrow and bow and fell into a familiar motion of use. The bow was held steady in her magic, the string tug taunt and strong as the little deer-horse narrowed her eyes with the calm expression and stance of an experienced archer. Letting out a slow breath as her eyes steadied on the tree ahead of her, particularly a note on it; she let the arrow fly, followed by two more in quick concession, each hitting the mark one after another. A smile touched the face of the former druid as the familiar weapon once more tucked against the empty satchel strapped to her side. Feeling far more prepared, the tiny doe-like equine began to travel through the forest once more, her steps sure and her movements those of a practiced, veteran explorer.

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Let's jump on the sun and ride it to tomorrow together, where everything is brighter and sure to be better.







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Played by Offline sid [PM] Posts: 210 — Threads: 36
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Dawn Court Regent
Male [He/Him/His] // 6 [Year 497 Winter] // 16 hh // Hth: 45 — Atk: 35 — Exp: 74 // Active Magic: Nature Spirit // Bonded: Odet (Stellar's Jay)
#2

let's be wildflowers

It had been winter when he had left his Court, and now the world was immersed in the heat of summer. He had seen Novus go from snow-capped to sun-baked, had watched new life spring forth from snow and fires alike. He wasn’t sure anymore how much of his time had been spent on the island, chasing gods and reveling in magic, only that it had been enough time.

Ipomoea had seen dead rulers and exiled princes, had watched ghosts dance in the flames of a bonfire and followed a deer with golden antlers. He had heard the cries of a people oppressed, a people without a leader.

He had walked beside a queen born from the sea and a king formed from the stars. Two sovereigns who had come together in kind to fight for freedom not only for their own Courts, but for all of Novus. It was not lost on him which leader was missing, and still he stayed. Still he had gone to the island and searched, day and night, for gods, for relics, for dead men walking. For answers.

He wasn’t sure, in the end, if he had received any of those things.

But there was a steadiness to his gaze now that had not been present when he left Delumine. And when he walked it was with a newfound sureness that he was moving in the right direction. The rosewood dagger fixed against his foreleg, too, was held in place with a comfortable ease, a confidence he never before would have held a weapon with.

Sunlight streamed down through the canopy overhead, the leaves turning the light itself pale and green. Ipomoea walked amongst the trees like they were his old friends, and in a way, they were. He had always loved the forest, loved the steadiness of the trees and the ancient feel of their thoughts. His mind brushed against them as he passed, and through them he could feel the warmth of the sun on the bark, the gentle wind that tousled their leaves like hair. He could feel the water in the earth around their roots, and the dripping of the sap filled the cuts where a bramblebear had sharpened her claws against the bark. Ipomoea smiled to himself, weaving slowly along the twisted forest path.

The sun had passed overhead when he heard a familiar twang in the distance. Interest piqued, he started towards the noise, as muffled thumps followed. He did not bother to conceal himself - he was home now. The forest was his guardian.

The girl was surprisingly small, but she held the bow with a practiced ease. He did not recognize her - and he had to quickly brush away the color of sadness that formed in his breast at the realization. I don’t know her yet, he reminded himself, and walked forward to intercept her.

“Hello,” he called out softly, an easy smile slipping onto his lips. “Do you mind a bit of company?”

"Speaking."








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Played by Offline Dyzzie [PM] Posts: 19 — Threads: 4
Signos: 125
Dawn Court Citizen
Female [She/Her/Hers] // 3 [Year 500 Fall] // 10 hh // Hth: 17 — Atk: 3 — Exp: 10 // Active Magic: N/A // Bonded: N/A
#3



Callynite
The doe was feeling herself settle into the forest that came from an ease of surviving in another forest completely. So close to being like home, but not close enough. Still, she let herself relax, more so then normal and for a moment she almost forgot where she was, what she had become, what she was missing. A stranger to you comes. A stranger to you approaches. The woods should have sang those lines to her in warning. The forest should have buzzing with an eagerness to speak to her, to communicate. She should feel the warm embrace of the trees as they spoke of frivolous things. She should have heard them gossiping to one another, and to her. She should have heard the compliments of the flowers, as they both showered her with honey words, and fished for similar responses about their own colors. The forest should communicate her, and make her feel less alone. But all she heard from them was silence, and with that silence came the constant reminder that this wasn't home. She wasn't whole. And the need for the bow and arrows to be ready was driven hard into her chilling heart.

The greeting spooked her, and the little doe spun, her body lowering into a defensive position as her cloak flowed around her tiny form. A green glow surrounded her horn, the same glow surrounding the bow as it was immediately lifted and primed, arrow notched to fly and aimed with an experienced eye at the creature who had startled her. Cally stared in shock to see another horse there, and her eyes blinked slowly, as her defensive stance slowly shifted as she caught the familiar scent of her court on him. Of course, this was Dawn Court lands, Delumine. Slowly she shifted, standing as tall as her far-too-tiny-compared-to-this-giant stance would allow her, even as she watched who she saw as a stranger with guarded expression. The bow lowered as well, the glow around it dimming, and while the motion of it lowering happened, she didn't unnotch the arrow yet. He was, after all; still a stranger to the small deer - er, horse-deer.

The doe finally realized he'd spoken, and she forced herself to relax a touch more, taking in his smile and his easy tones. Only then did she unnotch the poised arrow, letting it fly back into the quiver, even as she let the bow fall to her side, where it would be easier to manipulate than tucking it back against her satchel. "Sorry, they didn't wa-" She paused, and the druid visibly flinched at the thought, the reminder. Her magic was cut off, had been since she arrived on this island. And where the earth should have spoken to her previously, to let her know of one approaching her, it was dead and silent to her senses. Her gaze cut away from him, as she steeled herself before looking up to him again and rearranging her sentence, "I didn't hear you approaching." She forced herself to shake of the lingering tenseness and managed an awkward smile, as if only just realizing she'd immediately aimed an arrow at buck . . . sorry, stallion before her. "And, sorry about aiming at ya . . . I'm normally not so jumpy with the bow . . ." She promised with an awkward but friendly laugh as she shook off the the feelings of betrayal at the silence the woods around her gave, and never felt the stirring of her magic that was so desperate to reach out to her and soothe the little doe. All her life she'd been in touch with it, and now that it was buried and unreachable with in her core, well walking through that portal and stepping onto Novus had led her to feeling more than a little like she'd lost who she was.

She brought her focus back to his follow-up sentence from his greeting, and nodding in consent, "I'd never say no to company. My name's Callynite by the way . . . most call me Cally, however. It's less of a mouthful. Some doe's shouldn't be allowed to name their fawns . . ." She stated in a friendly manner, relaxing just a little bit more before suddenly realizing her slip up, and could feel her face heat up, "Er, well. Mares, and ah . . . wait, what do horses call their fawns again? Fillies? Though I'd thought I'd heard colt used once before." She wrinkled her nose before finally shrugging it off. This was why she refused to conform to the idea she should identify even as a partial horse now. Who could understand all of that crazy terminology. And she'd been a doe far before she was forced into this half-and-half state she appeared in now. Another black mark for the magic of Novus in her mind.


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@Ipomoea

Let's jump on the sun and ride it to tomorrow together, where everything is brighter and sure to be better.







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