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Played by Offline Dyzzie [PM] Posts: 32 — Threads: 6
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Dawn Court Citizen
Female [She/Her/Hers] // 4 [Year 500 Fall] // 10 hh // Hth: 17 — Atk: 3 — Exp: 10 // Active Magic: Natural Energy Flow // Bonded: N/A
#1



Callynite
A quiet, early day; that was what Cally thought in regard to the coolness of the morning. The air was fresh, and crisp, with a slight lingering chill that was already starting to warm up. Off of the eastern horizon, the first rays of sun was touching the sky, and splitting the heavens with the softest hues of color. Pinks, and red and purples as the dark black gave way to the dawn hues. A soft huff of a sound left the little female at that sound, not quite a laugh but almost there. A little dawn court doe purposely noting the start of dawn time. How ridiculous. She shook her head but shifted her shoulders, realigning her cloak over her shoulders. At her side, holding her cloak back slightly on that side, was the satchel that already contained a growing handful of berries should hunger strike her while she was out and about. Attached to the satchel, hooked through loops on either side of it rested her new bow, and a quiver full of arrows, mix-matched feathers adorning each of the shafts. To some it seemed chaotic, to Cally it was a useful system to tell the arrowhead tipped arrows from those that were merely sharpened branches.

The doe moved calmly through the plains, her head held high as she traveled, her frame slight and graceful like the doe she was before she hit this odd-half mix stage she was in now. Even after so long of being in the odd form, the doe still had a hard time recognizing it as her own. Her forehead was too smooth, her ears too small, and her coloration too new. But it was starting to grow on her. Instead of seeing what she once was, she was starting to accept the odd looks as her own, and as she did so, so was she accepting that growing darkness into her heart. That desire for revenge that had cut the druid off from her magic. That desire to show them that she wasn't going to sit meekly and become a horse. She was a doe first, and she'd remain that way.

So she held her head high, her eyes determined, and the set of her jaw gave no waiver to her pre-existing plans to make the gods rue the day the portal placed her in the world, and the magic placed upon this land corrupting and locking her own magic away. Whether it was truly the fault of the gods, Cally couldn't know . . . but she placed it firmly in their jurisdiction. It was their land, their land's magic. And it had corrupted what she had been. Twisting her appearance. Twisting her magic. And slowly, twisting the very doe into a creature some from her home lands may not recognize. Gone was the playful and caring creature she had been, and in its' place was a heavy hearted doe out for revenge for her stolen magic.

She was beginning to feel like she was walking on more steady hooves now that she was starting to gain back items formerly lost. Nothing was as strong and reassuring to herself as having a bow at hand. The gold and emerald engraved bow had been a gift, and a treasured one at that. The bow gleamed from a daily polish, the bow string oiled frequently to ensure a quick release when in use. Each arrow for the bow was crafted by Cally's careful hoof, not trusting others with what she considered to be a life-line to her past. It was a reassuring feeling, knowing she had a bow at hand - even if her magic was still kept out of reach. For now. Cally was determined to gain it back, and when she did . . . . all of Novus would know the wrath of a druid scorned, and the Gods would feel it as the quaked to their bones. There were many things Cally could function with out . . . but not that, not her magic. It's what had made her, her. And with out, the ex-druid was finding her heart darkening with negativity towards the gods, and only the tempering of that darkness with new friendships and small favors and gifts (such as the bow) was keeping the ex-druid from truly going dark.

But that's a topic for the future, Cally knew the task of reawakening the magic within her would not be an easy one, and until that day came she would continue to see what the world of Novus held, learn a little more about the land, which is what had led her to Eluetheria Plain on this early morning. She looked up at the sky, the sun starting to climb, beginning it's ascent into the heavens. Morning was upon her, the sky now shifting to the soft blues of day. The druid, sorry ex-druid, squared her shoulders once more before moving across the plains, keen eyes taking in every plant and burrowing creature she passed, but not pausing. She didn't know what had led her to choosing to come to the Plains on this day, but she was keen to explore it, and see what she could find.

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@Isra

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 nestle [PM] Posts: 330 — Threads: 35
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Night Court Sovereign
Female [she/her/hers] // Immortal [Year 497 Winter] // 15.1 hh // Hth: 50 — Atk: 50 — Exp: 90 // Active Magic: Transformation // Bonded: Fable (Sea Dragon)
#2


Isra waiting at the edge
“by the sheer surging of life, the tidal wave of being,”
L
ast night there had been a whisper moving quick as a secret around the bonfires. It twisted and twined from body to body like a black, hungry snake. Each dancer that heard it danced a little closer to the fire, a little closer to the walls, a little closer to anything that was warm and safe. On and on it went from fire to fire, dancer to dancer, drum to harp.

Until finally, Isra watching in the night garden, heard it.

A merchant told me, it never said who or where or when, that he saw a thunder-bird on the other side of the pass. There is never anything more than that (and maybe a black whisper about a summer storm and rolling thunder that sounded like gods shaking loose). It is enough she thinks, enough to keep her city awake long after the moon has set.

It's enough to make her eyes spark like galaxies and her magic to sigh like a distant god through her blood. Fable, watching from the turrets of her castle, turns down to look at her. There is an ocean rolling in his eyes. Isra smiles and it's a dangerous thing shared between a woman and her dragon.

It is a look that crumbles worlds.

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It's dawn when they finally find themselves prowling the godless lands. Bison are spread low in a valley like small black speaks in a sea of golden waves. For a moment Isra feels like the shark in the sea, quiet among all that gold (but so, so dangerous in her soft silence). Above Fable is flying low lazy circles.

Sometimes he keens like a dying thing just to see what might answer back or come to feast. Each time Isra shivers when the sound of it turns her blood to glass as cold as a glacier.

In the crease of her chest the moon on her bow harness is glowing and pulsing to the sound of her glass blood (and her magic that has not stopped roaring). It's brighter than the pale golden sun just brushing against the dark horizon. Were it not for the way her shadow stretches low and black Isra thinks that the sleeping flowers would unfold towards the blinding whiteness. Flowers don't know what wicked, lovely things the moon grows-- but Isra knows.

A crack sounds behind her and she can tell it's neither bison stayed to far from the heard or thunder-bird creeping low and hungry through the golden wheat. Something in the sound of it settles the moon-fire blazing above her heart. The light blinks out as she turns.

Isra never even draws an arrow. What need does she really have for weapons anymore? There's a dragon circling through the clouds above her and god-magic in her blood.

“Hello again.” Her voice rings out like a bell-toll in the hushed dawn. She smiles. The curl so her lips is the only soft thing about her. Fable lands behind her and the ground trembles beneath her feet (and she thinks it's perhaps more of a comfort than the feather-soft barley brushing at her hocks). The dragon cocks his head in a look far more suited to a curious bird than a dragon.

In the valley all the bison take to the trees with lowing cries hurry, hurry urging on their young.


@Callynite | "speaks" | notes: <3
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Played by Offline Dyzzie [PM] Posts: 32 — Threads: 6
Signos: 90
Dawn Court Citizen
Female [She/Her/Hers] // 4 [Year 500 Fall] // 10 hh // Hth: 17 — Atk: 3 — Exp: 10 // Active Magic: Natural Energy Flow // Bonded: N/A
#3



Callynite
The doe crossed the plain with an easy walk, her hooves clacking against the occasional rock, the grass brushing lightly against her limbs as she moved forward through the lands. Bison grazed nearby, and the little doe carefully kept her distance, least the try to trample her. A few started to move, and with a shift in her posture the doe was bounding away a little more quickly least a stampede start. It was a dead concern though, the herd soon calming down and finding a new spot to graze. The doe watched them for a brief moment more from her greater distance away, before she continued her walk.

She should have seen the figure infront of her, but so distracted was the doe by the surroundings, she never thought to keep a close eye on the other equine around. She steps on a branch, a soft crack, and the other turns - the creator of her prized weapon strapped against the bag against her side. She shifted a half a step back, rolling her shoulders slightly to recollect the lay of the cloak draped across her back, and offered her own smile in return to the mare before her, Isra. "Ah, hello!" She greeting kindly, before turning her attention as the dragon landed behind the mare - a dragon she knew about it passing but hadn't properly met the last time.

The little doe's eyes went wide, and her smile stretched into an awed grin of delight, and her warm tone instantly melted in one of "Oh my goodness!" She stated, her eyes locked onto the might dragon, "You're so handsome! I don't believe we actually met the last time Isra and I kept company! The forest was too tightly woven for you then, I'm sure." She squeaked, her tiny doe tail practically wagging with her excitement, occasionally flashing hues of white from the long fur on the underside of it.

The bison take to the surrounding trees, but Cally never moved, her eyes watching the dragon with adoration for the beast, her heart unable to feel fear before such a predator - having long ago erased that flight instinct to further tackle the adventures she went on. Daredevil, absolutely; thrill-seeker, no doubt. She was an explorer willing to take the scary path because no one else had before, and she was a creature willing to greet a dragon, because who knows when she'd be able to see one again (other than the fact this was the dragon companion to a mare that was slowly becoming a friend to the little doe).

Ah, speaking of the other female, her eyes turned to Isra once more, "What brings you both out this way? Sight seeing?" She asked conversationally, even as her eyes glanced over their surroundings again for a brief moment; before once more turning to look towards the Sovereign of Night.

"Speech"
@Isra

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 nestle [PM] Posts: 330 — Threads: 35
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Night Court Sovereign
Female [she/her/hers] // Immortal [Year 497 Winter] // 15.1 hh // Hth: 50 — Atk: 50 — Exp: 90 // Active Magic: Transformation // Bonded: Fable (Sea Dragon)
#4


Isra with the thorn-cut
“At the strangest, most unpredictable hour.”
T
here is a moment between the lowing cries of the herd and the way Fable's breath in echoing in her ears like the sea, that Isra has to inhale to remind herself that it's loam and seed beneath her hooves and not sand. Sometimes it feels like drowning, all this happiness and low roar rage all at once. And at night, when she closes her eyes and curls up against Eik, it's only the bottom of the sea she can see behind her eyelids.

But the dawn is coloring the sky with rose-golds and the grass is autumn thick along her ankles. Callynite is a welcome distraction to the way her eyes keep drifting up to look for a thunder-bird. The bright-white glow to her bow dims to a dull sliver shine, like moonlight cutting through haze. Gold blooms in puddles of molten-cold around her hooves when she steps closer. The magic makes a sighing  sound through the grass as it changes it to golden petals, and diamond, and roses. The cut of a thorn against her ankle brings her all the way down into the place where she's only a unicorn in the tall-grass.

Fable lowers his nose to the ground as the doe approaches. He tries to smile but the look is full of too many teeth to be anything soft as the grass tickling along his jawline. Isra laughs at the sight and something dark-as-night in her dims to gray. The dragon huffs hard enough that the air around them starts to smell like brine and marsh-water. “This is Fable.” A sea-dark eyes turns towards her and a sensation like cool-water brushes across her thoughts. “He's glad to meet you.” Fable ponders lifting a wing in greeting but the lowing cries of the bison are still echoing in his head so he only stays still with that strange, toothy look upon his face.

In the distance a bit of thunder moans even though there is no storm-cloud to darken the dawn. When Isra shivers it has nothing to do fear and everything to do with that low-hum roar (the one that sounds like the waves) echoing in her chest. “I heard a merchant say that they spotted a thunder-bird not far from Veneror. So I came to see if I could find it.” A gleam blooms in the corner of her eyes that is as moon-sharp and sea-deep. Her heart aches with the memory of the island and the two of them hunting through the jungle.

This time it's no mortal she's hunting.

“Have you found what you were looking for yet?” Isra knows she did. And when she licks her lips it still tastes like blood and sand.




@Callynite | "speaks" | notes: <3
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Played by Offline Dyzzie [PM] Posts: 32 — Threads: 6
Signos: 90
Dawn Court Citizen
Female [She/Her/Hers] // 4 [Year 500 Fall] // 10 hh // Hth: 17 — Atk: 3 — Exp: 10 // Active Magic: Natural Energy Flow // Bonded: N/A
#5



Callynite
The company had not been expected, but welcome none the less - and the sight of the might dragon was one of even more delight to the doe-hybrid who had never seen one before. Her eyes were lost on him in delight as he lowered his nose towards her. His face split, showing many, many teeth. She giggled at the look, her eyes raking over him in absolute delight at his antics, showing no fear in the face of what could easily hurt her. His huff has the air smelling different and Cally's eyes widen wider with wonder at what this magnificent creature seemed to be. Isra titled him at that point, calling him Fable and stating he's glad to meet her. Cally smiled brightly, her deer tail flagging up and actually wagging in delight - something she hadn't done since she was but a fawn herself, "It's delightful to meet you as well, Fable!" She returns, speaking to the dragon with a delight before glancing back towards the mare.

Thunder cackles across the sky, and Cally glances up in surprise, looking around but seeing no clouds. A frown touches her face at the oddness of it, before noticing Isra's reaction - the shiver and then the story. A merchant spotting a creature - one not familiar to the young foreign doe. Thunder-bird? Cally could see what this was though, a quest - and for a moment her heart pained for her friends and her lost magic. Hadn't she once jumped for these kinds of discoveries and needs of assistance, with her magic behind her, and her company at the side, all ready to work together, warriors, medics, support alike. But Cally's mind is pulled quickly at hand, her stance shifting into a more battle-ready one that defied her small size and gentle nature. Small and sweet, the doe was an adventurer, and the creatures she'd faced in the past with her party at her side were none to scoff at, and this sounded like a quest worth learning more about.

She was instantly on information mode, her head tilting lightly to the side, "Thunder-bird? Where I come from, I don't know if we have such a thing? What . . . is it exactly?" Size, weakness, strengths, she'd take any information she could get, already looking to the heavens, making connections between the thunder of before, and the bird of the name. Gone was the doe who once hesitated about hurting others, replaced by someone who was more determined to aide and protect. This land was more dangerous than the one she'd come from anyway . . . there was no place for hesitancy anymore. Before, the creatures could be reasoned with easily - here . . . it seemed less likely. And anything that could make the sky roll with thunder, and alarm the locals seemed like a great threat.

Isra's follow up question had the young doe pausing, glancing towards her current companion. She paused before shaking her head, "Not yet . . . but . . . soon." She hadn't given up on her magic. Some mornings she could almost feel it stirring, like an old memory yearning to be remembered. Of course it was never there when she went to touch it, when she went to react with it, or to it . . . but she knew it had to still be within in her. Her magic was too much a part of her. She wouldn't give up on it, on locating it once more. And until she did - she'd continue to distract herself with making new friends and connections, and going on what ever adventures she could find.

"This . . . Thunder-bird you seek? Can be of any assistance?" And it seemed this time the adventure had found her.

"Speech"
@Isra

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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