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It's Not All Rainbows and Unicorns

Discussion in 'Pandora, Year 1 - 7' started by William of Lanchester, May 8, 2018.

  1. April 22 Year 7
    @Tessa Gray

    Damn them! Damn them all to the deepest pits of hell for what they had done! William ran through the streets of Misty Hollow, his nails biting into the palms of his hands, his heart racing as his eyes frantically searched the surrounding area looking for any sign of her. Philippa, his unicorn, had run off. Spooked from nearly having her horn poached by some men foolish enough to think they could attempt to kill her and steal it. Unfortunately for them she was a creature trained from her very youth for war and had nearly gored the both of them. Unfortunate for him, afterward she'd run off, nowhere to be seen.

    A frustrated growl escaped his throat. It was dangerous for Philippa to be out when she was like this, not necessarily entirely for her, but for those around her that she could hurt as she charged through the unsuspecting town as well. As he passed he questioned the surrounding trees and stones about the runaway unicorn, but they provided little help. Well, he though bitterly, if worse came to worse she would be easily enough to find. Just follow the sounds of the screams... And in that moment, almost as if on cue, a panicked whinny sounded from somewhere ahead of him.

    The magician cursed. His breaths came sharp and ragged, his chest felt tight, but even so he picked up his pace, shooting forward in the hopes of quickly finding his years long companion. And as he ran he prayed he would find her alright and that she had done little harm.

    ((aaaand there! A thread for William and Tessa! I hope this is alright, let me know if you would like anything changed!))
     
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  2. Tessa Gray

    Tessa Gray The Infernal Devices

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    Tessa was reading. Nothing unusual about that. What was unusual was what came next. A whinny. A panicked whinny. Tessa had been around enough horses to know the difference between a normal whinny, and a panicked whinny. She put her book aside. A panicked horse was dangerous. They could attack, lash out blindly, and a kick to the head from a horse could cause permanent brain damage, if not death.

    She got up and ran towards where she heard the whinny, and turned the corner to see a unicorn. A unicorn. An actual unicorn. Black hair, white mane, and a long, beautiful horn. Tessa remembered, a long time ago, calming a horse down. She hoped it was the same, otherwise she might end up with a hole gored through her chest. Behind her back, she summoned a slice of apple, and held it out, approaching calmly, quietly. "Hey," she said, hand outstretched. "It's okay, it's okay." Her tone was soft, gentle, with overtones of force. She wondered whether or not the unicorn had just arrived, or had belonged to anyone. Both would explain the panic. She also wondered whether or not there was any truth to the unicorns and virgins thing. She hoped not. Otherwise, she was definitely in trouble.
     
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  3. He had a thousand thoughts running through his mind at the moment, a thousand worries, a thousand possibilities of what he might find. And yet, when William had finally reached the scene it wasn't the ground spattered with blood and gore, some unwitting stranger's stomach torn open by Pillippa's horn he found. It wasn't a crowds of passerby's reeling back from her hooves in a feeble attempt to avoid a concussion. It wasn't even Phillippa herself being wrestled down to the ground by the town guard with either magic or force in an attempt to keep the peace. No, instead it was merely a woman, steadily approaching the unicorn, hand outstretched with the offer of an apple, her voice soothing, as she calmed the unicorn down.

    Philippa reared as the girl approached, stomping her front hooves, staring her down, fear still shining clearly in her eyes, but as the girl spoke to her her kicking began to slow and she began to quiet down. William watched the scene curiously, allowing himself a moment to catch his breath, though he still remained ready to intervene if needed. He had a spell just on the tip of his tongue, though he did not wish to use it on Philippa if the worst were to happen and he had no other option... but it seemed it would be unnecessary.

    Hesitantly, the unicorn stepped towards the woman sniffing at the air, at the apple slice. Now, William liked to believe Philippa was a good judge of character and as she took the apple slice in her mouth, happily munching away at the treat, it was clear to him that she saw no threat here.

    "You seem to have a way with unicorns," William said as he approached. He placed a hand on Philippa's neck and she turned to him, lightly nudging at him with her muzzle nickering softly. The Magician chuckled and pushed her away, looking toward the woman. "Thank you for calming her down, I don't wish to think about what would have happened otherwise."
     
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    Tessa Gray The Infernal Devices

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    Gender:
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    Race:
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    Age:
    170-ish
    Alignment:
    Neutral Good
    Tessa had a brief moment of panic as the unicorn reared, but didn't move. That was a behaviour she recognised. It was defensive, a warning to get away, to not come any closer. This unicorn was clearly very scared, lashing out blindly. Tessa knew she had to be calm, and assertive, but not aggressive. Show any kind of weakness, and the unicorn might attack. Show any aggression, and the unicorn may attack.

    Tessa smiled at the unicorn took the apple slice, and seemed to calm, before turning to meet someone that she didn't recognise. He had clearly been watching for a while, and it looked like he was the owner, or guardian, of the unicorn. Tessa smiled. "I grew up near horses," she replied. "Luckily, it was much the same principle." She didn't want to think about what might've happened if unicorns were less like horses then they appeared. She saw the long, sharp horn, and had to repress a shudder. "Indeed. That could've been a disaster."
     
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