#ic;unicorn

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@gemscales-and-tea "" It is not weak to let someone see you hurt.""

"Weakness is not tolerated in my kind!" his words are growled, the scowl deep on his face. Weakness was simply not possible among demons, not if you wanted to survive. "Injury is akin to failure."

"You are no longer amongst your own kind." It may have been blunt, even needlessly harsh, but her tone was one of calm. Stating simple fact.

"We are both immortal are we not? I do not see you as weak for baring injuries. You faced a foe, and survived. Sustained injury yes, but injury still means you survived which is its own strength. I am not weak for being wounded by Celaeno, you are not weak for your injuries now. Or letting your mortal family see them."

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@magikborn

Like a phantom, the unicorn followed the young king on his horse in the shadows of the forest. The wild protects its own....and she stepped through shadows as though they themselves made a path specifically for her.

She was not frightened....though she was wary. There was certain aura. A heaviness she could feel around those who had slain one of her kin. He was not after her though, they never sent men. If she were the one he was seeking it would have been a maiden with a ringing voice, and a heart like the spring of her and her brother's wood.

She walked ahead of Arthur's horse. Standing among the trees at the side of the path, shrouded in shadow, to watch.

Horses always knew her--and they were frightened of her. The Unicorn watched as the king's horse spooked, catching her scent. It balked in the path of going ahead, toward the Unicorn.

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She is neither a horse....nor has a white pelt but she is still a Unicorn. She is side eyeing. Call her a horse...she dares you.

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@dreamlightmagicgarden X

Chise had been doing some of her outdoors chores (in this case, something with the Cotton Flies) when the Unicorn appeared and, truth be told, she was also slightly too focused on it at first to notice the magical creature. It had been Ruth who had first spotted it, indicating for the redhead to notice too. Never once she had seen a creature like that! Sure, read about unicorns and even had contact with one magical horse, but seeing a creature so famous and so sought after felt like a privilege she didn't deserve.

So.... pretty..... Would it let her approach it? Slowly, the redhead stood up from the spot she was sitting in the grass, making her way with unsure steps towards the unicorn.

Those endless eyes observed the young Sleigh Beggy, the Grimm, and didnt flinch. Head canted to one side, blinking slowly.

She didnt back away. She allowed the redheaded mage to approach.

"I have traveled amongst this wood for many seasons, you are new here, are you not?" The unicorn spoke softly with a voice reminiscent of chiming silver bells.

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@gemscales-and-tea X

"I am glad, I heard screaming." The Unicorn nudged the side of his head gently as though checking herself for injury.

"Why was he above the water?" She was aware of the beast but it hadn't been a problem when she'd passed by or lingered for short whiles so why had it become an issue now?

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@normallish from here

Oh great, where was he now? He had been searching for the Master Emerald, hopping from strange place to strange place. but this must have been the strangest place he'd been to in a while. In that… it was so peaceful. It was tranquil. A forest glade with such tranquility in the air, that he just had to take a moment to stand there and appreciate it. It was so odd to him to be taken off-guard, but he'd been in an almost meditative state when the gentle noise of something behind him had him suddenly flinching in surprise, turning his head quickly to be stunned to see the—well, surprisingly stunning creature behind him. For a moment, he only stared, locking eyes with her in silent shock as he processed the moment. But, strangely (very strange for someone who had been used to fighting for so long), he felt at ease in the other's presence. Something about the gentleness of her eyes had his tense posture slackening; and he simply asked:

"Who are you?"

"Hello young one" The mythical beast cooed in a melodious yet soft voice. It was not often she came across something completely unknown to her, as old as she is, but this? This small, bright red creature was completely foreign to her.

"I am one of the Unicorns of this wood. Who are you?" She parroted the question back to him. The sense of him, made her not expect him to know her or her name; yet also didnt expect him to be bound to the rules of men regarding her.

He had a sort of magic of his own, that much was clear to her unfooled eyes, however it was not the same. He was not a brother of hers in magic yet she felt drawn to this obviously (to her) young creature.

The Unicorn approached Knuckles, unafraid, to give him a proper little sniff. Gently nudging her velveteen muzzle against the Echidna's forehead.

"You do not smell like a creature from my same magic, little one. Where are you from?"

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The unicorn did not know days, years, or even centuries. Time was an irrelevant concept for an immortal creature like herself. A concept for men, and other mortal beings.

Though the tongue spoken by men had changed, and she no longer saw men sitting in wagons drawn by horses. She knew of farms, tended to by men, but no humans seemed to be awake or home at this one right now.

Delicate hooves didnt leave any evidence of her passing through in the soft soil. There had been a cat, when she approached, but it turn and ran back toward the house when it saw her. "How curious...cats do not usually run from me. " She mused to herself.

One deer-like ear twitched when she heard movement nearby her feet, dipping her head to take a closer look at the creature that had come out of the grass.

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@magikborn

This was not a unicorn's wood....no. It was not spring here, so no Unicorn resided here until her. Though she could feel spring following her now; but there was magic here none the less. It peaked the Unicorns ever wandering curiosity.

Golden cloven hooves made no mark on the moss padding the forest floor. Peering curiously out of the line of the trees---she saw a boy. Or a man? She was no good judge of the age of men....though there was a magic from this man that made his face look too young for it.

He felt similar to her in a way, that magic at least. It kept her there, watching him.