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EDIT: I fixed it...I somehow forgot to spell-check, and so I did that, and I wrote some more on, so it is slightly more acceptable, but I still dislike how it turned out...Anyway, the edits are worth reading, more so then the rest, but I know it need updating...
Thank God I finished...It is not nearly as good as I had hoped. I guess it was a fast thing with only a half-formed character, but it turned out shorter then I would have liked, and repetitive...Anyway, despite all that, enjoy... I hope this does not like blow my chances at getting the job...because...because...
The sun hit a golden mane, casting light all down on the ground below the looming figure. The light danced as the animal moved, in a smooth graceful gait, exposing the creatures hard muscles that rippled with every step the great animal took. The animal was huge, standing a good twenty-five hands high, and he was as big, if not bigger, then most draft horses, but the creature was built differently, more graceful, sleek and aerodynamic, and the metallic sheen of his silver coat created an even more unreal look about the creature. Because of the simplicity of his surroundings, the animal looked even more magical. Silver lay against blue skies dotted with fluffy white pillows of clouds and just the slight outline of a crisp-cut crescent moon, hanging in the sky as if it was forgotten about. The meadow was practically just a blank canvas of green grass, sometimes splattered with color that was made of simply manufactured flowers, sometimes yellow, blue or red, depending on the area it was in. The purple shadows of mountains were cast in places were the green was darkened, but in all, the meadow that rested in a valley was ordinary, except for the animal, that created his own large shadow on the vegetation. But size was not the thing that set this creature from that of a normal, oversized horse. A spiraling silver, tapered horn wrapped in a swirl of gold. It was a menacing feature, and to make it more intimidating the horn was stained in a red sheen at the tip, that must only have been blood from some unfortunate animal or person that had angered the unicorn. The unicorn stopped, sending mane and tail swishing against his body in gold streamers. His eyes were large, and they burned with not only with an intelligent spark, but also with a primal fire, which was a good expression of what the unicorn stood for, because he was more intelligent then most animals, but the unicorn was still an animal, and still had the instincts of one, he was in an odd place, a limbo, between being animal or sapient being. A brand of some sort was written across his powerful neck, the words were simple, and seemed to be some form of name, Silverstreak. Small braids had been formed from his mane, one could tell if they approached, and one could tell the braids were formed by clever human hands, and that made one realize that he was paired with a human, or had at least had contact with one, which seemed odd for such Godly an animal. And there were other marks of a human on him too. Small beads strung on the braids, slight marks from clutching legs on his huge barrel chest, no, one could tell Silverstreak a great and powerful beast had a human companion. His ears stood erect on his head, as he tunneled the sound of the land though them, but he only heard the wind and the small rustling of an animal, most likely some type of field mouse. The small calling of a bird could also be heard, in many tones that rose and fell in a soft weaving of sounds, maybe it was two or three birds, the unicorn could not tell. Smells also met him, as he breathed though gold tinted nose, with slightly flaring nostrils. The smell of the small mouse, the flowers, the cool fresh air, all could be picked up by the unicorn’s acute senses. He was alert, as if he was waiting for something, but even Silverstreak did not know what it was, and yet, he pawed the ground with a heavy hoof, leaving a small dent in the ground, which started to fill with small, cascading trails of soft brown-colored sediment in a dry and powdery fall, in his anxiety. The movement of his large front leg caused more rippling of mustles in the front shoulder of the beast, and he really was an example of power and equestrian beauty and perfection. Alert he stood, waiting, for something that was even unknown to the animal that stood and waited. At the stomp of his foot, one noticed that the same foot was wrapped in cream bandages, which practically blended with the silver that he was, and they were stained with blood of an odd color. It was a slight red-pink stain of the cream, but it seemed to shine slightly in the bright sun light that was being cast by the large, fiery orb that rested in the sky, it must have been a slight injury, perhaps a small cut, but it seemed not to bother the unicorn, and yet the wrappings were yet another human touch, and one very personal.
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