Before you stands a tiny girl, no more than five feet tall, and slight as a willow switch. She wears a flowing silver silk shirt, a gray vest, and pants of the same gray material, all serving to bring out the silver tint to her white hair.Her brilliant eyes, the color of amethysts, survey you as you watch her, intensely curious and never moving from your features. She stands in a shaft of sunlight, the light causing a gentle blue tone to emerge from her snow-white skin. A single lock of her silver white hair falls between her eyes. Tossing her head to rid herself of the lock, she allows you a short glimpse of the black cresent moon that is marked in the center of her forehead. She remains for a few moments more. As you make a move to speak with her, she turns bolting like a frightened colt into the brush, leaving behind naught a trace.
Teyr is an extremely young unicorn, the only daughter of the protectors of the North Forest. Her sire and dam had trusted her to play amid the grasses and the fields one day, a romp from which she never returned.
She had been stolen away by the young wizard, known to her only as The Master. Destroying her capability to speak, and enchanting her body to limit her powers, he linked her to him, soul to immortal soul. She entered into this link as an unlucky, naive foal, now turned to a little girl, and she survives that link as a naive sheltered girl, adult by human standards.
She has snapped. The recent circumstances occuring to her and, more powerfully, to her love Trunks, caused her to expirience anger, the first anger she has ever expresses and felt. It was what was needed to break the Master's soul bond! With it broken, she has gained back her unicorn form!
Standing only 14.7 hands at her shoulder (roughly the same height in human form), her unicorn body is sleek, slim, elegant in motion and carriage. ure white, she blends easily with snow; her eyes are still violet; her horn is silver, tipped with a tiny touch of crimson. When she is in this form, and required to wait, she minces delicately and lightly, her ivory-gold cloven hooves soundless no matter what turf she stands on.
The wall blocking her mind is slowly crumbling, only in her unicorn form does she have any access to her telepathic powers. And only then in intense moments of need and desire; the concentration tires her out. She is still unreachable by others, and has not the capacity to make vocal sounds.
Like all unicorns, she possesses magical abilities, added to by the fact that she is a Silver, the rarest type of unicorn. She can Teleport, can never be charmed or held by magic, is immune to poison and death spells.
In addition, she can also heal by touch, purify water at the touch of her horn, and as an always active ability can detect good/evil within 100 yards.
She has the potiential of being a great fighter and protector, but she cares too much for the humans she associates with and could never be one of those aloof Guardians of the forest.
Teyr is considering returning to the North Forest now that she can attain her natural form at will. But she is sure that her sire and dam have had other foals and are not about to let a strange unicorn approach them.
But she is happy here in Dragonhold. She has Trunks back, her soul is at ease. Only the Master, Alistair Democlese, worries her.
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