This is going to be a page for my main deer, Nyla. Pardon the dust as I make CSS. Until then, here is her journal of updates. She is a primal druid/shaman, very gentle and dainty. Her soul-form is that of a deer, and she has newly been torn away from her home realm in a desperate gamble to end up anywhere safer than it. She roamed the new realm alone and lost, until, like a miracle, she sensed the familiar, comforting nature essence she thought the had lost forever. She approached, drawn like a moth to a flame....
7th Day, November
This place, it carries a concentration of the energies of nature I know, worship and channel at an incredible amount-- perhaps it is why I was drawn here in my aimless wanderings. Ever since I sent my sister and myself away (sadly forcing us to part- but I pray to better lands for us both), I have tread this unfamiliar realm with fear, without purpose, and feeling abandoned by the great nature spirits I hold so dear.
The energies dancing about this place....I have never sensed anything like it. It rules the woods, as far as both the naked and spiritual eyes can see. Upon entering it, I shed my born forme to take on the one of my soul, the representation of my bond to the grand nature deities. Usually, I must channel and deeply mediate to reach this form for short periods- yet here, when the threshold is passed, I feel free, and the switch is natural as taking off a heavy garment.
(to be continued, here's a pic from this day's exploration!)
