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Mist curls and twists around Flora’s ankles, a ghostly tide licking at her boots as she carefully picks her way through the eerie, muted landscape of the Barrows. Spice flits anxiously overhead, her pale scales catching what little sunlight dares to penetrate the heavy fog. The dragon chirps a worried note, sensing trouble long before Flora hears the muffled thud of hooves on damp earth.
"Oh gods, seriously?" she mutters, spinning sharply on her heel to face the shadow-dark figure emerging from the gloom. The corrupted unicorn’s twisted horn slices through the swirling mist first, shadows dripping like tar from its inky mane. Flora’s grip tightens instinctively around one of her daggers, the blade glinting nervously in the pale light.
"Hey! Go on—get out of here," she snaps, voice pitched somewhere between annoyance and urgency. Her heart hammers wildly beneath her ribs, adrenaline chasing through her veins like lightning beneath the skin. Spice growls softly from above, darting protectively closer to her shoulder, frost flickering in his her jaws.
The unicorn tosses its head defiantly, nostrils flaring, dark eyes void-black and fathomless. It takes a challenging step closer, muscles coiled with barely restrained aggression. "I said fuck off," Flora warns again, louder this time, shaking the dagger threateningly, though her hesitation to use it is painfully obvious. Killing one of the Family’s corrupted pets would surely mean more trouble—more than she’s already invited upon herself lately—and yet, there’s absolutely no way she's dying over some edgy unicorn's tantrum in the middle of this gods-forsaken burial ground.
Corrupted Unicorns (Uncommon/mythical): Once beings of purity and grace, the Unicorns have become corrupted vessels of the void. Their coats, now darkened with shadows, conceal a malevolent power. Instead of healing, the touch of a Corrupted Unicorn spreads void taint, infecting wounds with the darkness of the void. These once-majestic creatures now roam the land, their hooves leaving behind echoes of void-laden despair
"Oh gods, seriously?" she mutters, spinning sharply on her heel to face the shadow-dark figure emerging from the gloom. The corrupted unicorn’s twisted horn slices through the swirling mist first, shadows dripping like tar from its inky mane. Flora’s grip tightens instinctively around one of her daggers, the blade glinting nervously in the pale light.
"Hey! Go on—get out of here," she snaps, voice pitched somewhere between annoyance and urgency. Her heart hammers wildly beneath her ribs, adrenaline chasing through her veins like lightning beneath the skin. Spice growls softly from above, darting protectively closer to her shoulder, frost flickering in his her jaws.
The unicorn tosses its head defiantly, nostrils flaring, dark eyes void-black and fathomless. It takes a challenging step closer, muscles coiled with barely restrained aggression. "I said fuck off," Flora warns again, louder this time, shaking the dagger threateningly, though her hesitation to use it is painfully obvious. Killing one of the Family’s corrupted pets would surely mean more trouble—more than she’s already invited upon herself lately—and yet, there’s absolutely no way she's dying over some edgy unicorn's tantrum in the middle of this gods-forsaken burial ground.
Corrupted Unicorns (Uncommon/mythical): Once beings of purity and grace, the Unicorns have become corrupted vessels of the void. Their coats, now darkened with shadows, conceal a malevolent power. Instead of healing, the touch of a Corrupted Unicorn spreads void taint, infecting wounds with the darkness of the void. These once-majestic creatures now roam the land, their hooves leaving behind echoes of void-laden despair
