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The page of the book isn’t blank other than her illustration. There are others there, all in different colors and sizes and all with their names written besides them. Instantly her hazel eyes search the page, perhaps hé had been transported to the page too, but before Kylin is able to even lay her eyes upon the first unfamiliar face, the page starts spiralling. Colors shift and turn and spiral in a never-ending circle. It’s a strange mix of colors and whites, and Kylin’s lavender is part of it.
When then color on the page starts to spread out again, some of the colors have disappeared, her familiar lavender is one of them. Kylin is still two-toned, a soft creamy gold painted her where once lavender used to be. It’s not the only change, she notices that her fins have disappeared just as quick as they had once grown.
The page around her is different too. It is no longer blank, save for the character introductions, but instead Kylin is portrayed up front in a two dimensional way with her head though the hatch of the door, which has her name Kylin written upon it with elegant swirls. From there the book’s magic zooms in onto the picture. Kylin finds herself standing in a square box, with walls reaching as high as her chest and little to no space for a run-up. There was no way she would be able to jump over.
Golden ears press back against her neck and with a jerky motion her head has risen. A loud snort causes her nostrils to tremble quite violently, but it’s nothing compared to the high pitched shrill whinny that echoes through the building. Kylin can no longer see the sky, smell Ischia’s ever blooming flowers or hear the gentle sound of waves crashing, and that quite terrifies her. Her hoof scrape across the floor, her hoof meeting concrete as she kicks the straw back. She even goes as far as spinning around in her stable. “Kylin.” The sound of her name has the now palomino woman spin around so she’s once again facing the front of the little box that held her captive.
Before her stands.. what exactly? It doesn’t look like much, standing on two legs instead of four and only reaching to her withers. Its skin is pale and hairless, except for long almost white hair on its head, making him look rather sickly. Fabric is wrapped around the body, but it seemed to do little to hide anything. It is hard to tell if it is male or female. And yet, his stance tells a whole different story. Comfortable and not in the least doubting itself. It makes her drop her head so her hazel eyes can study it up close. He, or she, allows her just that, just patiently smiling at her, until another snort signals the end of her visual exploration of this being. “Find me before the sun reaches her highest point, and you’ll be rewarded. An unicorn you will be, but no gift comes without a prize. Be ready pay yours if you decide to come.” The being is gone as suddenly as it had come, the place becoming instantly darker now its presence is gone. Startled Kylin jumps back. What had she gotten wound up in?
And what was this prize it says she must pay. It doesn’t take away the challenge is its words, nor the task that had been hidden in between the lines. Something so unfamiliar to her, and yet so alluring. Kylin had always just been, and with a simple challenge, this stranger hands it to her, if only she is brave enough to take it. She has to find the being, before the sun reaches her highest point in the sky. It would be so easy to just be indecisive and stay in the box, but no. Kylin has been indecisive too long already, and somewhere deep down the palomino tobiano lady knows that if she doesn’t take this chance, nothing would even change.
The first objective, or obstacle as another might call it, she faces is to get out. The square box has three high walls: both sides boards and the back reaching far above her head. The front is lower, but still reaching to her chest. With a mix of natural reservation and curiosity she steps forward and extends her neck to reach over the wooden board.
Any other might have kicked the door, or reared to bump front knees against the wood. Kylin doesn’t. Instead she only gently bumps her chest against the door, frowning as she realises that this really doesn’t do the trick. That was not how things were supposed to go. A bit annoyed her hoofs lams against the concrete and her ears flick back. Why didn’t the door open?
The glint of something shiny catches her eye. Instantly two creamy golden ears point forward, curiosity instantly rising. It’s made of metal, like Father, but it’s so cold and clearly not alive. It just is. Her lips find a jut piece of metal and allows her lips to play with it, moving the alloy up and down, but other than that, it doesn’t do anything. Or does it? When Kylin tries again, the sound of a hoof meeting wood startles her, making her jerk her head to the side as her lips still hold on to the metal. Not a too good combination, as her lip get in between two parts of the lock. She pulls back with a hiss, and a glare in the direction of an unknown neighbour, but she allows herself no time to mull over it. She now knows how to manoeuvre the lock.
This time she’s more careful. First she gently pulls the lever up to a ninety degree angle, then, without dropping it, slides it to the side. Her accomplishment isn’t met with a loud sound or cheering noises. Another bump of her white and golden chest against the door and it sways open.
Suddenly the whole world, this new strange world, has opened its door for her. It’s both thrilling and scary, what else would be out there? Hazel eyes quickly scan the hallway, but other than other horses locked in square boxes nobody is there. Her first steps are hesitant, and careful, but soon Kylin stands in the arch of the door leading outside.
The sunlight blinds her. The stable had been dark and shadowy, a clear contrast with the cloudless sky outside. For a few seconds her hooves against the stones are the only audible sounds. Kylin peers through half closed eyes, trying to make out her surroundings, only to be startled – once again – by an unexpected sound. Her first reaction is to freeze: head held high and ears pressed against her two toned neck, but it doesn’t take her long to flee once she spots two dark silhouettes racing in her direction.
The two shepherd dogs’ barking are louder than the rattling sound caused by her hooves on the cobblestones. They’re meant to keep unwanted visitors away, to keep the stock safe, but like any predator the dogs chase after prey. It doesn’t help to keep her escape silent and secret, alarming the people working in another. ”Chico, Ben, quiet!” sounds their loud command, silencing the dogs even before they step outside.
They step out of a barn ahead of her, efficiency trapping her between themselves and the dogs. “Hoo, hoo, take it easy girl” they try to calm and stop her, spreading their arms wide to block her path even further. It forces Kylin into a sliding stop, her hooves gliding over the stones. The dogs are right at her heels, still growling and barking every once in a while. This seems to anger and annoy the man, as they growl out another loud “Enough!” The sudden sound makes her jerk her head up, ears pressing back as one of her hind legs rises to aim a kick at one of her assaulters. The grooms beat her too it, one shooing away the dogs as the other attempts to reach out to her. The hand reaching out towards her keeps her occupied, and thus Kylin doesn’t pay attention to the now retreating dogs, lead away by one of the humans.
It leaves her and the second groom. “It’s okay, girl, calm now. How did you get out, hm?” He talks to her, as if that would calm her down and make her more cooperating. It does not, of course it does not. Kylin doesn’t belong in this world, she is not supposed to live locked up in a square box. And thus she does not still. Lips draw back as she bares her teeth at him, nipping at the hand outstretched in her direction. ”Ho girl.” At least it is successful, he pulls back his hand in reflex, and Kylin uses that brief moment of surprise and appropriate distance to her advantage.
Her ears are pressed back against her neck, teeth bared and her head drops towards the ground as if she’s charging the human. He’s right to yelp and jump out of her way. Two groom waving their arms had been enough to stop her, but one clutching his hand to his chest definitely isn’t. As she barrels past him she can feel his body against hers, as if he’s trying to grab her – not that it would’ve stopped her – but in the end it is her running free, and the human down on his ass.
Shouting, and more shouting, but it is all behind her. Her ears flick back and forth, partly listening to what might be coming from behind to stop her, but also looking ahead to her freedom. She hadn’t yet forgotten about her task, not completely at least. With the obstacles out of the way Kylin can actually take time to glance around.
Once she stands still her sides are heaving, sweat painting her flanks a shade darker. Her ears keep swirling around as her eyes take in the surroundings. Behind her are the barns, from which she has escaped, and to the right she can see herbs growing in a moderate sized kitchen garden. Behind it is the house. To her left there is this big rectangle shape pasture. It has a wooden fence and a thick layer of sand on the bottom. Nothing of that gives Kylin any idea of how to reach the mystical being that had secretly visited her in the stables.
Her hazel eyes end up looking ahead, eyeing the green field that lies ahead. It’s the first thing that makes her think of home, only just a little, but the grasses are as vibrant green as the Ischia’s jungle vegetation. And the strange iron and wooden structure reaching high into the sky. Kylin blinks, almost dumbfound for a moment, then her head tilts as she eyes the windmill. It reaches high in the sky. That must be it!
The fence separating the pasture from the terrain doesn’t offer a challenge. It is as high as the stable’s door, but this time Kylin is able to run up to it, and use her speed to her advantage. For a moment she flies through the sky, like Kharon used to do, and then she the grass us underneath her hooves.
Speeding to the windmill she finds the being exactly at its base. She’d done it, it was really here! Kylin is excited and even feels some pride at accomplishing the task it had set out for her, but now the cream and white mare is standing in front of it, she suddenly is quite scared of what might come next.
”Well done. You have successfully found me, and thus accomplished your task. Come, come, and let me reward you.” Her hazel eyes show her hesitance, but she steps closer nonetheless. There is no point in backing down now. Kylin dips her head, silently offering the velvet of her nose to him, and closes her eyes.
Her transformation is smooth and it happens without her being aware of it. One of the most noticeable changes is the spiralling ivory horn that has sprouted from the center of her forehead. It feels strange to move her head, as if there is extra weight that moves in an unfamiliar way with her movements. Her tail has lost most of its blonde hair and her tailbone has gotten longer, still sleek and elegant. It matches the white and palomino color of her coat, and it decorated with a plump of blonde hair at the very bottom. The being has made sure to finish off the unicorn look perfectly. There is a shine, a brilliant glow, that brightens up her appearance, as if she’s touched by something mystical.
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Color: Palomino tobiano
Words: 2.146
Obstacle 1: Getting out of the stable / the iron lock
Obstacle 2: The two shepherd dogs
Obstacle 3: The two grooms
Unicorn with traditional ivory spiralling horn, unicorn tail and a halo like radiance/shine.
The windmill: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736...rie-tv.jpg
The lock: https://gadero.nl/uploads/webshop/390257.png
The page of the book isn’t blank other than her illustration. There are others there, all in different colors and sizes and all with their names written besides them. Instantly her hazel eyes search the page, perhaps hé had been transported to the page too, but before Kylin is able to even lay her eyes upon the first unfamiliar face, the page starts spiralling. Colors shift and turn and spiral in a never-ending circle. It’s a strange mix of colors and whites, and Kylin’s lavender is part of it.
When then color on the page starts to spread out again, some of the colors have disappeared, her familiar lavender is one of them. Kylin is still two-toned, a soft creamy gold painted her where once lavender used to be. It’s not the only change, she notices that her fins have disappeared just as quick as they had once grown.
The page around her is different too. It is no longer blank, save for the character introductions, but instead Kylin is portrayed up front in a two dimensional way with her head though the hatch of the door, which has her name Kylin written upon it with elegant swirls. From there the book’s magic zooms in onto the picture. Kylin finds herself standing in a square box, with walls reaching as high as her chest and little to no space for a run-up. There was no way she would be able to jump over.
Golden ears press back against her neck and with a jerky motion her head has risen. A loud snort causes her nostrils to tremble quite violently, but it’s nothing compared to the high pitched shrill whinny that echoes through the building. Kylin can no longer see the sky, smell Ischia’s ever blooming flowers or hear the gentle sound of waves crashing, and that quite terrifies her. Her hoof scrape across the floor, her hoof meeting concrete as she kicks the straw back. She even goes as far as spinning around in her stable. “Kylin.” The sound of her name has the now palomino woman spin around so she’s once again facing the front of the little box that held her captive.
Before her stands.. what exactly? It doesn’t look like much, standing on two legs instead of four and only reaching to her withers. Its skin is pale and hairless, except for long almost white hair on its head, making him look rather sickly. Fabric is wrapped around the body, but it seemed to do little to hide anything. It is hard to tell if it is male or female. And yet, his stance tells a whole different story. Comfortable and not in the least doubting itself. It makes her drop her head so her hazel eyes can study it up close. He, or she, allows her just that, just patiently smiling at her, until another snort signals the end of her visual exploration of this being. “Find me before the sun reaches her highest point, and you’ll be rewarded. An unicorn you will be, but no gift comes without a prize. Be ready pay yours if you decide to come.” The being is gone as suddenly as it had come, the place becoming instantly darker now its presence is gone. Startled Kylin jumps back. What had she gotten wound up in?
And what was this prize it says she must pay. It doesn’t take away the challenge is its words, nor the task that had been hidden in between the lines. Something so unfamiliar to her, and yet so alluring. Kylin had always just been, and with a simple challenge, this stranger hands it to her, if only she is brave enough to take it. She has to find the being, before the sun reaches her highest point in the sky. It would be so easy to just be indecisive and stay in the box, but no. Kylin has been indecisive too long already, and somewhere deep down the palomino tobiano lady knows that if she doesn’t take this chance, nothing would even change.
The first objective, or obstacle as another might call it, she faces is to get out. The square box has three high walls: both sides boards and the back reaching far above her head. The front is lower, but still reaching to her chest. With a mix of natural reservation and curiosity she steps forward and extends her neck to reach over the wooden board.
Any other might have kicked the door, or reared to bump front knees against the wood. Kylin doesn’t. Instead she only gently bumps her chest against the door, frowning as she realises that this really doesn’t do the trick. That was not how things were supposed to go. A bit annoyed her hoofs lams against the concrete and her ears flick back. Why didn’t the door open?
The glint of something shiny catches her eye. Instantly two creamy golden ears point forward, curiosity instantly rising. It’s made of metal, like Father, but it’s so cold and clearly not alive. It just is. Her lips find a jut piece of metal and allows her lips to play with it, moving the alloy up and down, but other than that, it doesn’t do anything. Or does it? When Kylin tries again, the sound of a hoof meeting wood startles her, making her jerk her head to the side as her lips still hold on to the metal. Not a too good combination, as her lip get in between two parts of the lock. She pulls back with a hiss, and a glare in the direction of an unknown neighbour, but she allows herself no time to mull over it. She now knows how to manoeuvre the lock.
This time she’s more careful. First she gently pulls the lever up to a ninety degree angle, then, without dropping it, slides it to the side. Her accomplishment isn’t met with a loud sound or cheering noises. Another bump of her white and golden chest against the door and it sways open.
Suddenly the whole world, this new strange world, has opened its door for her. It’s both thrilling and scary, what else would be out there? Hazel eyes quickly scan the hallway, but other than other horses locked in square boxes nobody is there. Her first steps are hesitant, and careful, but soon Kylin stands in the arch of the door leading outside.
The sunlight blinds her. The stable had been dark and shadowy, a clear contrast with the cloudless sky outside. For a few seconds her hooves against the stones are the only audible sounds. Kylin peers through half closed eyes, trying to make out her surroundings, only to be startled – once again – by an unexpected sound. Her first reaction is to freeze: head held high and ears pressed against her two toned neck, but it doesn’t take her long to flee once she spots two dark silhouettes racing in her direction.
The two shepherd dogs’ barking are louder than the rattling sound caused by her hooves on the cobblestones. They’re meant to keep unwanted visitors away, to keep the stock safe, but like any predator the dogs chase after prey. It doesn’t help to keep her escape silent and secret, alarming the people working in another. ”Chico, Ben, quiet!” sounds their loud command, silencing the dogs even before they step outside.
They step out of a barn ahead of her, efficiency trapping her between themselves and the dogs. “Hoo, hoo, take it easy girl” they try to calm and stop her, spreading their arms wide to block her path even further. It forces Kylin into a sliding stop, her hooves gliding over the stones. The dogs are right at her heels, still growling and barking every once in a while. This seems to anger and annoy the man, as they growl out another loud “Enough!” The sudden sound makes her jerk her head up, ears pressing back as one of her hind legs rises to aim a kick at one of her assaulters. The grooms beat her too it, one shooing away the dogs as the other attempts to reach out to her. The hand reaching out towards her keeps her occupied, and thus Kylin doesn’t pay attention to the now retreating dogs, lead away by one of the humans.
It leaves her and the second groom. “It’s okay, girl, calm now. How did you get out, hm?” He talks to her, as if that would calm her down and make her more cooperating. It does not, of course it does not. Kylin doesn’t belong in this world, she is not supposed to live locked up in a square box. And thus she does not still. Lips draw back as she bares her teeth at him, nipping at the hand outstretched in her direction. ”Ho girl.” At least it is successful, he pulls back his hand in reflex, and Kylin uses that brief moment of surprise and appropriate distance to her advantage.
Her ears are pressed back against her neck, teeth bared and her head drops towards the ground as if she’s charging the human. He’s right to yelp and jump out of her way. Two groom waving their arms had been enough to stop her, but one clutching his hand to his chest definitely isn’t. As she barrels past him she can feel his body against hers, as if he’s trying to grab her – not that it would’ve stopped her – but in the end it is her running free, and the human down on his ass.
Shouting, and more shouting, but it is all behind her. Her ears flick back and forth, partly listening to what might be coming from behind to stop her, but also looking ahead to her freedom. She hadn’t yet forgotten about her task, not completely at least. With the obstacles out of the way Kylin can actually take time to glance around.
Once she stands still her sides are heaving, sweat painting her flanks a shade darker. Her ears keep swirling around as her eyes take in the surroundings. Behind her are the barns, from which she has escaped, and to the right she can see herbs growing in a moderate sized kitchen garden. Behind it is the house. To her left there is this big rectangle shape pasture. It has a wooden fence and a thick layer of sand on the bottom. Nothing of that gives Kylin any idea of how to reach the mystical being that had secretly visited her in the stables.
Her hazel eyes end up looking ahead, eyeing the green field that lies ahead. It’s the first thing that makes her think of home, only just a little, but the grasses are as vibrant green as the Ischia’s jungle vegetation. And the strange iron and wooden structure reaching high into the sky. Kylin blinks, almost dumbfound for a moment, then her head tilts as she eyes the windmill. It reaches high in the sky. That must be it!
The fence separating the pasture from the terrain doesn’t offer a challenge. It is as high as the stable’s door, but this time Kylin is able to run up to it, and use her speed to her advantage. For a moment she flies through the sky, like Kharon used to do, and then she the grass us underneath her hooves.
Speeding to the windmill she finds the being exactly at its base. She’d done it, it was really here! Kylin is excited and even feels some pride at accomplishing the task it had set out for her, but now the cream and white mare is standing in front of it, she suddenly is quite scared of what might come next.
”Well done. You have successfully found me, and thus accomplished your task. Come, come, and let me reward you.” Her hazel eyes show her hesitance, but she steps closer nonetheless. There is no point in backing down now. Kylin dips her head, silently offering the velvet of her nose to him, and closes her eyes.
Her transformation is smooth and it happens without her being aware of it. One of the most noticeable changes is the spiralling ivory horn that has sprouted from the center of her forehead. It feels strange to move her head, as if there is extra weight that moves in an unfamiliar way with her movements. Her tail has lost most of its blonde hair and her tailbone has gotten longer, still sleek and elegant. It matches the white and palomino color of her coat, and it decorated with a plump of blonde hair at the very bottom. The being has made sure to finish off the unicorn look perfectly. There is a shine, a brilliant glow, that brightens up her appearance, as if she’s touched by something mystical.
</p> </div> </div> </center>
Color: Palomino tobiano
Words: 2.146
Obstacle 1: Getting out of the stable / the iron lock
Obstacle 2: The two shepherd dogs
Obstacle 3: The two grooms
Unicorn with traditional ivory spiralling horn, unicorn tail and a halo like radiance/shine.
The windmill: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736...rie-tv.jpg
The lock: https://gadero.nl/uploads/webshop/390257.png