Posted 2023-07-22 03:50:04
Name: Yerrow
Pronouns: He/Him
Description: Speckled horse with white face markings and a pink nose. His base coat is a deep brown. His ears are oddly tufted at the ends. His tail resembles that of a lions. His horn is curved softly inward making a half hearted "c" shape. His eyes instead of the normal horse pupil his are slit like a snake or cat's. Yarrows eyes are a Hazel, leaning to a lime green sword the outsides. His mane long, reaching to the tops of his legs. It has a heavy wave to it, almost a curl.
Ability / Abilities: Wish Granting, though people normally regret asking. He can not make something from nothing, and all wishes come at a cost.
History / Family: His mother and father where kind to him. Never asked him for anything, even when his abilities developed they simply loved him as their son. He loved another unicorn, one that came from far away, but found refuge in their home. They were happy. The forest kept them safe, feed, warm. It stayed in a perpetual state of spring. Fruit was abundant. Water clean. It stayed that way for centuries. Every now and then a human would wonder in asking for wealth or a bride, and he would oblige for a price. Things where simple. That is until The humans came back, blaming him for their stolen coin and lovers. He could not create from nothing he would explain. It was them who made the wish not wanting to know where it would come from. They didn't like this answer, they would leave swearing vengeance, but the stollen committees would attract their original owners. And the humans would be dealt with by their fellow man. So life went on unchanged till the next human came. Eventually his families forest was dubbed to be cursed land. That whoever ventured into it would meet a great misfortune. Humans don't deal well with danger close to were they rest their heads. Yerrow woke to the smell of smoke. His eyes opened to his home being engulfed in flames. He ran for his parents, for his lover. sprinting through the fallen trees and licking flames. By the time he had found them they where gone. Trapped an alcove, horns removed. He wished for them to return. he felt that if he had any point at all it would be to save them. But he can not bring the dead to life. He can not resurrect what isn't there. The bodies chest moved, eyes fluttered, but nothing more. No spirit found home in their bodies anymore. He felt sadness for a time, but that was quickly replaced with rage. He can only transfer what is already here, so he returned the flames to where they came. He ran through the streets of the human's village and brought hell in his wake. The only thing that remains after the nights events were ash.
Attracted to: Anyone interesting enough to keep his attention.
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