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If ANY of yall EVER do this shit to me, im deleting every single fic out of spite.
If I ever catch one of yall doing this to another author and I know youre a follower of my work I will block you personally on every platform
None of yall are the fic police. I DESPISE genai. I think its an insult to art, humanity, and the planet itself. But aint not a single fucking person here qualified to pick apart a strangers fic looking for a gotcha moment to make yourselves feel superior. If you think something is ai you can ask the author (most are proud of the ai use and will just tell you straight up) if they say yes you have your answer and can warn people. If they say no and you dont believe them you block and quietly keep it between you and maybe a close group of friends. Spreading misinformation is DANGEROUS. And NONE of you doing this shit are anywhere near qualified to do it.
Posting this here from my main too bc I feel that strongly about it
You dont get to witch hunt and scour peoples work just frothing at the mouth hoping someone messes up so you can publicly humiliate and gang up on them. Fuck genai and every single poser and lover that uses it but if you are not 1000000000% certain that something is made with it you shut. the. fuck. up.
I'm about to get mean because this shit? this pisses me all the way off.
"hurr durr these very common writing practices are SUPER OBVIOUS AI TELLS!!!!!!!!!! obviously this is an AI invention and not the result of AI being trained on THOUSANDS OF REAL FUCKING STORIES!!!!!!! we're all very intelligent!!!!!!!"
I hate yall. I hate yall for fucking ruining fanfic with your goddamn motherfucking AI obsession. "ooh there's em dashes!" YEAH REAL WRITERS USE THOSE. "there's long paragraphs!" YEAH BECAUSE THATS HOW PEOPLE WRITE STORIES.
we're not "writing like AI" - AI is writing like us, because it fucking stole from us in the first fucking place.
I've never used AI in my work, not ever, but guess what, my fics are ALL written like that. long paragraphs, long sentences, em dashes and hyphens and other grammatical tools, because I fucking know HOW TO WRITE.
quite frankly, if you think these things are "genAI inventions" you're just telling the world that YOU DON'T READ ENOUGH.
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I’ve been summoned like the proship utmv batman. Most, if not all, of your favorite things were created by proshippers. Proship does not equal pro-pedophila, pro-incest or being pro-dark fiction.
Proship means being pro-fiction. It means knowing how to separate fiction from reality, and curating your experience on the internet. Proshippers are against harassment over fiction.
Your moral guilt over clinking dolls together is not anyone’s problem but your own. Your cries of disgust and dismay are performative and annoying. No one cares.
Btw try not to pay mind to the people being annoying. Block liberally. Don’t pick fights. Most of them are losers on summer vacation with too much time on their hands. The internet is going to be extra annoying for the next three months.
“Omg this creator is proship!!!” You’re probably a minor, and definitely a loser, also your mom commissioned that piece you’re crying about yeah sorry you had to find out your mom is a proshipper. I talked with her about it at length last night and we both decided you’re grounded go to your room
This drawing isn't really Leviathantale, since they're my own designs. I mean, I didn't sit down and design mermen designs, I just designed as I went along. I'm finishing this late, so I'm going to try out scheduled posts. I also have a version without the foreground and background.
(Had to use a translator for the text sorry for any mistakes)
Pre-Arc.
Azaquiel's origins come from Shinetale*, in this universe of angels and demons, the entity that called itself Azaquiel, guardian of the Orb*, he had reigned, seen thousands of lives, the sight of destruction he had within his grasp had left him. The circle of war between demons and angels was nothing more than a child's quarrel in his eyes. He had already seen everything in this world and was the equal of a god, he who advocated balance. He would have grown tired of this role, one day a crazy idea came to him: what if there were other universes?
Why would they be the only ones? If an entity had indeed created them, there must be other creations, even other creators. Thus came to him the plan to leave this world, this identity, and this life, even if it meant losing everything.
He finally succeeded by using the Orb to create a rift that ruptured the fabric of his universe, just brief enough for his passage. To pass, he had reduced himself to the simplest state of energy, a soul, leaving a closed multiverse*. Crossing the Nexus* as a new anomaly, his soul eventually re-entered a new multiverse, and his soul slipped into the code of a universe guided by a spirit* caring for wandering souls, allowing him to insert himself into a life cycle, but his simple existence had already been detected before his rebirth.
Arc 1
Azaquiel was born on a floating island; his new existence as a Unicorn* had barely begun before he felt the terror of death weigh on his frail body. In one exception, Azaquiel was born with a twin, and their litter had exhausted their mother to the point where she was unable to transfer the magic necessary to satisfy their newborn hunger. In such cases, it was normal for the two foals to kill each other to regain the energy needed to survive. However, Azaquiel was the weaker foal, and even more paralyzed by his dark twin. His life was destined to end abruptly. Yet, the firstborn turned away from him and turned toward their mother's body.
He saw it absorb the remaining energy of the being that had given them life as if it didn't matter to him. As his eyes were absorbed by the scene, a shifting air current, a strange smell, the others in the herd raised their heads toward him. Not toward him, behind him, as his brother turned his nose in his direction, Azaquiel felt hands lift his body and pull him into a portal that closed instantly. His body trembling, he raised his nose toward a strange skeleton with a cruel smile.
"❄︎♏︎ ❖︎□︎♓︎●︎◻︎ ♏︎■︎♐︎♓︎■︎"
He didn't yet know that he had just become the perfect exception for an obsessive entity.
Unfortunately, or rather with frustrating satisfaction, EchO* noticed that the soul was irrecoverable, rendered nonexistent since this soul didn't possess one. But this provided the opportunity for a new possibility of transformation.
Azaquiel found himself tied up for the first part of his life as a lab rat. He couldn't even move, forced to stand like a doll with its joints locked. His mind was beginning to normalize this life, to be an object of testing and injection. This dull idea gradually changed when his code was trained to generate another body. The tests became less frequent, he was forced to walk with an unbalanced body, unable to assume his birth form, his true self. He was beginning to understand what the Gaster wanted. He was beginning to understand its words.
"Create something for me, Helvetica."
Helvetica
Who was Helvetica?
Why were her letters carved into the back of his neck?
He wasn't Helvetica.
He wasn't Sans.
He wasn't Human.
He wasn't Gaster.
He was Azaquiel.
That name was etched in his mind, the only trace of his old life. But for that life, a life that filled him with emptiness, it wasn't worth fighting for.
He had become docile; he no longer sought to escape, since he had never known freedom. But this idea was about to begin to take root in his mind when a child was thrown into the next cell. She described to him the outside world he had forgotten, she promised him he would live, or die, even if he had to try. Otherwise, he could stay here, within her walls, like a doll. The young colt finally mustered the determination to get out, and together they waited for the right moment. The moment when the OTHER wasn't there, the right moment.
When the elevator doors were about to close, and they were untied, the moment when Azaquiel was removed from the collar that prevented him from returning to his original form. They dashed off together, as Azaquiel reverted to his original form and the girl climbed onto his back. The doors closed right behind them, and his sidekick punched the highest button. After all, they were in a basement; the exit had to be the highest, right?
The doors finally opened in another burst. It wasn't a corridor, just a circular room with dark windows, and two scientists lunged at them.
Azaquiel instinctively lowered his head and his horn sank into the first scientist before he stepped back, letting his body fall. His legs trembled, and the second scientist was just as paralyzed by the scene. But Frisk shouted at him to take advantage of this opportunity. She pointed at a window, and Azaquiel woke up. He lunged forward, brandishing his horn, and they went through the window… And found themselves falling into the void.
The laboratory was built on a tower overlooking a colony city*. The air whipped his feathers as they fell. He woke when the human on his back pulled his wings with a scream to bring him back to consciousness. His young wings spread with desperate energy, but if he was old enough to fly, he wasn't old enough to carry someone while flying. Nevertheless, this allowed Azaquiel to partially glide to a neighborhood covered with stalls where they crashed.
Azaquiel found himself stunned by the shock; when he regained consciousness, it was to the shouts of merchants, no trace of the child with him. Considering these people just as dangerous as the one who had abducted them, he fled into a maze of alleys and remained hidden there. He realized that every time they came out in their natural form, they attracted attention, they attracted aggression, they were starting to get hungry, they had never hunted. All the energy they had received came directly from the laboratory.
Logically, he began to take this other form; no one was looking at them at that moment. We ignored him… It was perfect, naturally he began wandering for food. The adults were too strong, the other children were always watched. There were still people who wandered like him, those who were too sick, those who found themselves in dark alleys.
The first time wasn't so difficult, and he felt much better when his hunger subsided, but he quickly learned to hide after his hunts. The principle of murder was ridiculous to him; others had the right to kill for food, and so did he by the same logic. He wanted to live.
After a few months of wandering, he had a strange encounter. As he finished absorbing the soul of a homeless person into his birth form, he heard the rustling of clothes. Turning his head, he noticed the presence of an elemental child. The silence lasted a few moments before it growled, preparing to attack before hearing someone approaching. Azaquiel therefore decided to flee by flying across the rooftops.
This encounter remained in his mind, and a few days later, he returned to the alley. The body was no longer at rest, and many people had passed by, but the scent of the little one was more present than the others, showing that he had returned often. Azaquiel decided to wait for its next visit; after all, it would be easy prey, right?
He waited and waited, and after a few hours, he heard it. He bared his fangs, and yet the elemental remained, showing no fear and simply asked:
"Don't be afraid."
What a strange phrase! Wasn't he the one who should be afraid? The child took a step forward:
"My name is Lux…"
He took another step forward and was tackled by the foal, yet his flames remained calm. He repeated:
"Don't be afraid."
He was so calm that Azaquiel calmed down. He took his skeleton form, straddling the elemental, and asked curiously:
"You're not afraid?"
"Not too much."
"You're weird."
"You're the one who eats people, I should be the one saying that."
Azaquiel stepped back and Lux stood up:
"So what's your name?"
_ I…"
Helvetica
_ Azaquiel…
_ Funny name… Why do you eat people?
_ Why do you eat meat?
_ Touché…
_ Why aren't you afraid?
_ Why are you so suspicious?
The two children judged each other. Azaquiel was now withdrawing, watching with clenched fists, and yet he… enjoyed this interaction.
Lux was elementary strange; he returned to the alley several times, and it became a sort of rendezvous between them when each was free. Little by little, Azaquiel began to become aware, to understand that young people shouldn't be killed, just as he hadn't wanted to be kidnapped. But he didn't have the strength to really choose his prey, unless he found a way to get some… he began to push deeper and deeper into the confines of Luxtalesw, the black neighborhoods, where there were only traffickers and thugs ruled by a growing mafia.
One could only imagine the henchman's surprise when a child asked to be part of the next clandestine arena*, because he was starving. But after all, why not?
It was just easy fodder, filling the arena with people who wouldn't have volunteered.
A bigger surprise came when the child survived after devouring some of the participants. After that, the henchman brought Azaquiel directly before the Boss.* Faced with the immense stature of the shark monster,
Azaquiel bared his fangs. Was he going to be locked up again?
While he was thinking of all the ways to escape, the Boss told him he was hired. The term went over his head, but the conditions were explained to him.
He was allowed to eat in the arenas, and from the people they gave him, but no more. He wouldn't be allowed to kill or talk about his organization. In exchange, he would be protected by the Family and receive a small portion of the winnings to start.
Money was something he didn't care about, but he understood that he would be able to feed himself, be housed, and clothed. That was enough for him; he simply asked for one thing: that the initials engraved in his neck be removed.
H.N.W.D
Unfortunately, since the engraving was too deep, he was given a tattoo instead, almost as deep in his bones as the engraving. Not a word passed the child's lips during the entire engraving, and he silently endured the pain like a branded animal.
Between two arenas, he returned to the alley to speak with Lux, but one day, Lux no longer came. It was almost logical for him to ask for someone to look for him. He had to ask several times, but in the end, he got the address. He paid a visit, startling the poor child in his room when he scratched at his window.
He then learned that Lux would no longer be able to come; he had to take care of the cafe, helping his father, whose health was beginning to fail.
With each visit, the situation seemed to get progressively darker. He understood that money was also at the heart of the problem.
He could earn the money, but he didn't use it. He didn't care about the sums that kept adding up, so he began participating in the arenas to accumulate money. It took him over a year, but he was so proud that night when he brought a card containing more money than he needed. But in the meantime, things had accelerated for Lux, and when Azaquiel came to see him, he had just lost his father, and he didn't know what to do. Lux rejected Azaquiel abruptly. His words were cruel, and the unicorn eventually left, leaving the card behind, but he never returned.
Instead, he continued in the arenas and slowly gained freedom of movement, of hunting, and of his money. He didn't realize how important he had become to the Boss. He was entering adolescence and their stories didn't interest him, so he ended up asking not to have to make arenas for them anymore. And he didn't question whether his request would be granted.
Instead, he began exploring the universes, using the coin* to move from one world to another. The years passed, and he became an adult who had learned to play with masks and emotions. He trusted no one, even those who were by his side, even Lux, who had finally crossed paths with him again. The elemental had tried to reconnect, to apologize, but Azaquiel remained unmoved. Sometimes he came to his bar, but it was more of a hunting ground.
And then one day, he met a Papyrus* passing through Luxtale. A flirtation, a little one-night stand he hadn't given much thought to, and yet a new encounter, a fortuitous fate, little by little, even though Azaquiel was charming, Papyrus managed to break through Azaquiel's defenses. It had taken years, years during which Azaquiel had finally given his full trust, he had even planned to propose.
But Papyrus's brother had sensed that something was wrong with Azaquiel, he had tried to warn his brother without success. So he had waited, he had looked for evidence, and he had contacted the right people.
It should have been a normal day, and yet everything changed. Azaquiel found himself arrested. As he struggled, he took his natural form to kill the guards… And he froze when he saw Papyrus's horrified expression.
In one second, he was bombarded with tranquilizer darts and lost consciousness, realizing he had been betrayed.
Locked in a cell specially designed for him, forced to assume his skeletal form and wear a muzzle like a common wild animal, his anger boiled over.
The last thing Azaquiel expected was to be freed, no, to be helped to escape, and especially not from a skeleton who, despite his unfamiliar face, recognized that scent immediately.
A scent he had only smelled once.
His brother.
Elceifer
As he tore off his bonds, dragging him with him, Azaquiel wondered how he had found him, how he had ended up with such a body.
Once he had escaped from the detention center, Elceifer offered to help him get revenge.
"Why?"
"Because you are my Mark."
It was a term Azaquiel would understand far too late.
Azaquiel had accepted revenge; he had returned to where he lived in the middle of the night.
He had slipped into the bedroom, climbed onto the bed, and even though the pain in his chest was excruciating, the anger faded when he saw his beloved sleeping.
And then he opened his eye sockets, staring at him first with surprise, then a mixture of pain and anger.
"If you want to kill me, do it quickly."
"Is that what you think of me?"
He didn't answer, closing his eye sockets. Azaquiel got out of bed.
"I would never hurt you."
Then he left the room through the open bay window and joined Elceifer perched on a nearby roof. An argument broke out between them. His brother wanted him to kill him, to get rid of him; if he didn't, he would do it himself. Neither wanted to give up; they eventually returned to their natural forms. Elceifer, unlike Azaquiel, was bigger, more powerful. It was clear that Azaquiel wouldn't win, and yet he tried. The two beasts began to fight, eventually ignoring their whereabouts, waking the neighborhood. The authorities were alerted when Elceifer at one point knocked Azaquiel down before flying toward the apartment, breaking the window with his wings spread out, swollen with rage.
Azaquiel appeared as his brother was about to charge, the two beasts rolled in a torrent of feathers and fur, shattering the walls and furniture. Azaquiel managed to pull Elceifer out of the apartment, forcing his brother to engage in a dogfight.
They were unaware of the arrival of the authorities, nor of the weapons pointed at them. Weapons specialized in eradicating the most vindictive species. The shot rang out, the bullet pierced Azaquiel's body with deadly precision. His body fell as Elceifer slowed his fall to the ground. He then threw himself at the one who had shot his younger brother, knowing full well it was the worst thing to do.
Azaquiel closed his eyes, hearing less and less, a slow, cold calm, as he felt his hunger subsiding. He barely felt hands grasp his snout, nor saw a call out to him; he simply sank into darkness as his body transformed into the worst magic and dispersed into the air. His soul was now waiting in a dark environment.
Arc 2 (Ongoing)
When Reaper arrived to reap him, Azaquiel regained consciousness, his unconsciousness having reverted to a skeleton. He looked at the outstretched hand in silence, before slowly raising his own. Before contact was made, there was a crackling sound. The reaper's expression deepened as he gripped his scythe.
"Cheater"
It was then that he realized his code was being reinserted; someone was bringing him back to life. He reached out to Reaper.
"No, wait, I-!"
It was too late; amidst a crackle of code, he disappeared and found himself in an alleyway.
He was back alive, several months after his death, which had passed in mere seconds with the god of death.
He realized that from the beginning, his freedom hadn't belonged to him. Echo had never lost him; he had simply let him have fun outside, but he still belonged to him.
He didn't know what to do anymore, he didn't know where to go, and yet instinctively, his steps took him to Lux's bar and restaurant. When the Elemental saw him walking through the door alive, he dropped the glass he was cleaning before rushing towards him. At first, Azaquiel tried to make fun of him, but Lux looked at him seriously.
"Tell me the truth."
Azaquiel broke down. He told him everything, and the whole time, Lux listened to him. The unicorn still couldn't come back, so for the first few days, he stayed at his place. Then he went back home, intending to finish this story, but the apartment was almost empty, full of boxes, natural dust, and the smell of Papyrus was slowly fading. He searched every box in his smallest hiding place, but he couldn't find the Coin. This surely meant that Papyrus had returned to his original world.
Azaquiel then began a troubled period of mourning, mourning for a life, mourning for his brother. He realized he had so completely rejected his natural form that he felt like he had two identities. This caused him many crises where he would ask Lux or his boss to re-emerge him until he calmed down. During these crises, he was nothing more than a raging beast struggling in a room covered in scratches and cracks.
Then there were other times when he no longer wanted to eat, no longer move, no longer fight, and yet this small circle of close friends was ready to help and vibrated whether he wanted it or not. During his periods of confinement, it was more often Lux who came to air out the apartment and take care of him. It was also he who pushed Azaquiel to move out, to leave all the furniture, to wipe the slate clean of the past.
In a new environment and with the support of those he hadn't trusted, Azaquiel slowly began to recover. He began going out again, and began hunting on his own. He occasionally visited arenas, and his situation improved; he often took the time to assume his natural form at home or outside the colony*.
He hadn't forgotten his revenge, though; he had received a Hate Arrow as a prize from one of the arenas. Since he couldn't access his Aus without the arrow, he simply hung it up at home for D-Day.
One day, like so many others, Azaquiel accidentally made his first portal. Brutally, he was sucked in with a violence that strained his bones, and found himself ejected with the same violence onto unfamiliar ground.
This world was his homeworld, and as he stood up, he saw two people staring at him curiously. It was hard to tell which was the demon and which was the angel. The woman smiled broadly.
"You're back? I can't believe it! What a strange body."
She cupped his face like a child's, while the man smiled.
"Chara, calm down, you can see he doesn't remember."
"Aww, I hope he's the same, otherwise it'll be boring."
She let go of him, and the demon slowly slid its wing behind him.
"I'll tell you everything, old friend."
And that's how Azaquiel learned of his origins, learned of his past, guardian of the Orb? Here it was strange, he didn't feel hunger, he absorbed energy directly from a greater source.
The Orb, unbearable since its return, crossed the heavens to hell to join him, and Azaquiel understood that this source of nourishment came from the Orb at his side.
He remained in the universe for a while before wishing to return. At first disappointed to learn that no one could make a portal here, the Frisk simply told him that if he had come by making one, he could make another. A grimace, a laugh. But he had nothing to lose, so he trained, because thanks to the orb, he had an unlimited supply of energy and shouldn't think about his survival.
His raw portals were too dangerous; they were so powerful that they could fool his bones. So he trained himself to create layers to mitigate the absorption power. After much work, he was finally able to generate one. He said his goodbyes to the strange duo, leaving the orb in its original state, and returned to Luxtale.
Since then, his daily life has become stable again. Except for one thing: he began to feel himself being watched, and to notice objects moving around his house. But there was no trace of odor, no residue. This was clearly not Echo's style. One day, he found a bouquet of red fairies* at home; fortunately, he hadn't inhaled any and immediately left the apartment. With a little help from his boss, he moved to a more secure apartment.
And yet, he felt something was wrong, but it was as if the entity that was haunting him didn't exist. Once, he found a small screen on his bed and recognized it immediately; the box was the one he had bought with the ring for Papyrus. He had immediately thrown the box away. But it had reappeared under his bed with the utmost discretion.
Because in the end, even if he had stopped thinking about his revenge,
Something had already taken revenge, and it had caused irreversible damage. Something uncontrollable…
Shinetale: is an AU about which I wrote (an old) story, available on my accounts. To better understand the history of this AU, I recommend reading it.
The Orb: literally the power of a creator personified in the universe. The person who uses it, other than the guardian, will end up consumed by the Orb.
Closed Multiverse: A multiverse that has no current connection to the others.
Nexus: If a multiverse contains universes, the Nexus contains Multiverses. There, the data is in a state of simplification bordering on "Perfection," a space filled with a luminous void, with code cubes changing from other cubes in measured silence.
The Spirit: who guided Azaquiel's soul is an old Oc who has no recent profile.
Unicorn: See true form profile.
EchO is one of my two main Gasters; both are linked to a majority of universe-related stories in my fandom space. EchO is indeed far from a good person, obsessed with the single variant among thousands of failures.
Colony: A colony is a cluster of erased/corrupted/incomplete universe codes that gathers to form an island in the void. Most won't reach the size of a large island, but in the case of Luxtale, which possesses a unique energy source, this colony reached the size of a megalopolis by the end of Arc 2. When you step outside the boundaries of a colony, there is only emptiness, no sky. Luxtale generates the illusion of a sky for the comfort of its inhabitants.
Arena: Arenas in Luxtale are legion. They are not places like Roman arenas, but rather teleportation points to universes where open spaces are generated for combat and survival. Participants survive for several days by battling each other under various rules. The winner(s) receive a large sum of money or a unique item. Most arenas save their participant's code, so if they die, their code is restored to their original world. Clandestine arenas don't do that; they retrieve random codes and summon random participants. Whether in an abandoned city, a forest, a vast underground, etc., whether it's simply the participants or beasts and others, the arenas are extremely popular and dangerous, broadcast on various channels.
Boss: The boss of the Luxtale mafia will eventually dominate almost the entire Colony. He's a huge, thick, shark-like monster with a closed expression. He quickly becomes attached to Azaquiel, who will be the same age as his son. But unlike his son, who will betray him and be eliminated, Azaquiel, who has no interest in power, will become his successor even though he doesn't want to.
Coin: Azaquiel's legendary coin normally allows one to transcend all laws and do whatever one wishes. He earned it in the only infection arena he'd ever played. The coin, however, has a conscience and is known to play tricks on the wishes granted to it. However, Azaquiel will simply use it to move from universe to universe, which will cause the object to become attached to him. The coin cannot be stolen; it must be given. Unfortunately, Azaquiel will leave it as a hidden gift to Papyrus and will never find it again.
Papyrus: Based on a classic Papyrus, I believe that once on the surface and in an environment that allows for normal development, Papyrus will mature and lose his innocence while retaining his own gentleness.
Exterior of the colony: Luxtale is linked to a variety of universes via different code links. Once the link is strong, you can buy stakes to move from one to another.
Red Fairies: Belonging to a family of magical flowers called "Fairies," Red Fairies are a vibrant scarlet, symbolizing passionate, even obsessive, love. Like all flowers in their family, their pollen can influence species. The Red Fairy is known to drive bestial monsters into a state of rage.
Far from the gentle pony, Azaquiel's species defines itself as magicvores, meaning that individuals need to consume magic to survive. They are actually the ancestors of the more common unicorns, branches of their species continuing to survive without evolving.
Nearly extinct due to its overconsumption and violence, this species is almost impossible to find, living in very rare Au, well hidden at high altitudes.
Its mane can reach the length of its wings; Azaquiel keeps them long for pleasure. But in the wild, unicorns cut their manes with their fangs at flank height to avoid being disturbed.
The colors of this species vary between shades of blue, white, and especially gray. Azaquiel has a very colorful coat for its species, but perfectly suited to clear summer skies.
Feeding is very simple: unicorns possess their own ability, a kind of magic, which allows them to keep the soul of their prey intact after death, allowing them to devour them and recover their energy. They do not have intestines; if they ingest food, it is stored in their stomach and dissolved to recover the remaining magic.
The herd is led by an alpha whose role is to prevent internal conflicts and maintain a consistent group of individuals.
As they are a very aggressive species, even among themselves, they have developed the Mark, a bond that forces the individual to not harm the imposed partner at the risk of injuring themselves. The Mark remains rare and can appear at any time. A marked unicorn will have difficulty leaving the entity to which it is bound.
Unicorns do not have hooves, but have feet armed with retractable claws, more practical for clinging and killing.
The front paws have five toes and the hind paws have four.
Unicorns have double jaws: the first, outer one, is the most powerful and opens widest.
The second, once closed, is almost impossible to open. Their movements are slightly disjointed.
Furthermore, it is useless to try to break or cut unicorn bones. They are too strong; to weaken them, you must first cut off the tail, which is more fragile, before attempting to impale it. Once the heart is pierced, victory is assured.
This species was not hunted for its magic, because upon death, all the magic the unicorn had lost disappears with its body, returning what it had taken to nature. This was either for defense or for glory.
Unicorns' pupils function like those of felines, however, Azaquiel has very dark irises for his species, which is not a general rule.
Members of this species are hermaphrodites and can change sex at any time. In the event that the individual carries a child, it must consume more magic and must be careful not to show any signs of fragility at the risk of being targeted by others. At birth, it is not uncommon for the exhausted mother to choose to devour her foal to recover the magic she lacks. Otherwise, she transfers her reserve to the foal via their horns. It is even rarer to see twins of this species, because generally the embryos consume each other before term.
