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Posted: Jan 19 2009, 08:19 AM
Group: Specie Of Hoof
Member No.: 38
Joined: 19-January 09
Wandering through the forest, you'd probably thought you'd seen a ghost - if you saw anything at all of the beautiful creature. The dark blanket that fell at this time of day was blinding - suffocating. Latching around you, making the simplest things look like monsters waiting to strike. The simplest figures distorted and unrecognizable. There was no moonlight to filter down through the trees to light your way, none at all or in the least. It had disappeared with the times as it always did, leaving only the stars to shine brightly in the navy abiss - though they were of little help to the human eye. But, then again, who said our story was about a human? No, our story begins with an...animal? No, the word doesn't do the creature justice. It's a hoofed creature with a horn long and silvery, spiring out from between her eyes. Do you know what it is yet?
A unicorn of course. A great, noble creature who plays their part in fairy tales and stories of lore. This one, however, was different from the rest. The most noticeable feature? Her eyes of course. They gleamed out into the night, and, from a distance, would appear to be the eyes of a pupil-less feline of sorts. They were a striking yellow, gleaming in the darkness and beckoning to the wafting eye. The only real color in the dark. They were, however, hard to look at. Piercing your own eyes and creating a shooting pain if you looked for too long. Both her feathers, main, and tail - thick as all get out - were streaked with the bright yellow. Her horn was metallic silver, long and pointed sharply at the end. Her fine fur was pitch black and hid her muscular frame in the pitch of night. She was nothing but a ghost, wandering through the thick forest.
She loved the safety the forest provided, the aurora that now surrounded and protected her. But, as she walked, a familiar smell wafted into her nostrils. Flaring them in response, she quickly identified the substance as fire. It wasn't a large one, very small, just big enough for the smokey smell to fill the air. And to spark her curiosity. It wasn't irresistable, but she would follow the scent regardless of this well known fact. The chances that humans lay ahead of her was great, but she didn't care. They couldn't catch her, and even if they did there was no way that they would actually be able to tame her. It would only be a matter of time before they would give up and release her again. Besides, if it turned out to be a natural fire, it could prove dangerous. Being a unicorn, she was a lot more intelligent than others and therefore took it upon herself to make sure that every thing was secure during her visit.
Despite her weight, the forests foliage made no sound beneath her large hooves. The trees limbs swayed down, clawing at her but never quite making the mark. It wasn't long before she reached her new found destination. Spread out infront of her was a large clearing with many different types of training gear. Fire lit torches that circled the clearing. Lightning's ears flickered back and forth as her eyes scanned the area - looking for whoever had lit these small fires. Not even her head had broken through the trees and bushes, her eyes were the only things that you could see - piercing the darkness. She wasn't supposed to be here, but did she care? No, of course she didn't.