Grace as everyone knows her as has been alone for a while and no one really knows what has happened to her. Grace was a daughter of the leaders of the Unicorn herd and was to take over. But the stallion they were going to have be her mate was so mean and visous that she did not fall in love with him. She tried to use her powers on him but they did not work. She took off and left the herd. She has been moving from herd to herd looking for a new mate and she has not found one that is to young. Noble Grace has been tamed and ridden by a little girl named Crystal and has worked as a show and brood mare for the past 5 years. All her foals have been normal horses. But they do take after her a little. Since she might be the last Unicorn she has been a little sad and upset about it.
(This portion was written by Shinku #44201) Grace had finally been let out, her spirit set free. The years of captivity were done, and although they were happy for her, Grace was pleased to be about on her own again as she once was. She spent her days roaming the world, exploring the territory that she had dearly missed. Months passed and after a long while of living contently on her own, she had traveled a great distance from her original home. Grace looked around at the unfamilliar surroundings cautiously and sniffed the air for something to give her a clue as to where she is, but.. nothing.
Grace had found herself in a thick forest, and even though it was high noon, the trees nearly blocked out the sun and created a shell of darkness around the area. It was growing harder to see the deeper she moved into the woods. Grace spotted movement in the bushes beside her and halted, her brave nature causing her to investigate. Just as she brought her muzzle close to the brush, a pale, thin stallion lunged at her, the sudden movement spooking her. His teeth latched onto her neck and he drew blood from the wound. He looked her in the eyes but noticed something was odd, unlike his other encounters with mares. Grace seemed unscathed by the encounter, the bite. The bony stud became angry at this, furious that his bloody appearance did not worry the seemingly helpless mare. He was upset that she didn't put up much of a fight.
He continued to rear up, scream, hit and kick her with no luck. Although Grace cringed in pain, she never tried to run away. Driven by rage, the stallion reared up tall, his body blocking out whatever sun peeked through the trees. His legs came slamming down onto the mare's side, he let all of his weight fall down onto her, his hooves causing a gash to her side as she fell down. The stud lowered his neck and grabbed onto Grace's mane, lifting her up with his strength. Before she knew it, grace had been bred to and the stallion gone. The only evidence of the encounter was the disturbed dirt on the ground and the blood that stained it. Grace was a bit shaken by the encounter, worried that she may bear this strange horse's foal.
Over the course of a year, she continued on living her life, but something about that forest drew her in quite often where she would see the ugly horse that attacked her. His bony body, unnaturally pale coat, coarse black mane.
Eventually, Grace carried the foal to term and gave birth out in a meadow near the woods. After she had the newborn standing and licked clean, she looked out into the woods. It was him, staring back at them with his white eyes, small pupils. He was observing his offspring from afar.
Grace simply nudged her foal forward and it clumsily trotted off. She followed, only looking back at the stud once before running off with her baby. The last thing she would remember seeing was his sick, twisted, bloody smile.
(This portion was written by Shinku #44201) Grace had finally been let out, her spirit set free. The years of captivity were done, and although they were happy for her, Grace was pleased to be about on her own again as she once was. She spent her days roaming the world, exploring the territory that she had dearly missed. Months passed and after a long while of living contently on her own, she had traveled a great distance from her original home. Grace looked around at the unfamilliar surroundings cautiously and sniffed the air for something to give her a clue as to where she is, but.. nothing.
Grace had found herself in a thick forest, and even though it was high noon, the trees nearly blocked out the sun and created a shell of darkness around the area. It was growing harder to see the deeper she moved into the woods. Grace spotted movement in the bushes beside her and halted, her brave nature causing her to investigate. Just as she brought her muzzle close to the brush, a pale, thin stallion lunged at her, the sudden movement spooking her. His teeth latched onto her neck and he drew blood from the wound. He looked her in the eyes but noticed something was odd, unlike his other encounters with mares. Grace seemed unscathed by the encounter, the bite. The bony stud became angry at this, furious that his bloody appearance did not worry the seemingly helpless mare. He was upset that she didn't put up much of a fight.
He continued to rear up, scream, hit and kick her with no luck. Although Grace cringed in pain, she never tried to run away. Driven by rage, the stallion reared up tall, his body blocking out whatever sun peeked through the trees. His legs came slamming down onto the mare's side, he let all of his weight fall down onto her, his hooves causing a gash to her side as she fell down. The stud lowered his neck and grabbed onto Grace's mane, lifting her up with his strength. Before she knew it, grace had been bred to and the stallion gone. The only evidence of the encounter was the disturbed dirt on the ground and the blood that stained it. Grace was a bit shaken by the encounter, worried that she may bear this strange horse's foal.
Over the course of a year, she continued on living her life, but something about that forest drew her in quite often where she would see the ugly horse that attacked her. His bony body, unnaturally pale coat, coarse black mane.
Eventually, Grace carried the foal to term and gave birth out in a meadow near the woods. After she had the newborn standing and licked clean, she looked out into the woods. It was him, staring back at them with his white eyes, small pupils. He was observing his offspring from afar.
Grace simply nudged her foal forward and it clumsily trotted off. She followed, only looking back at the stud once before running off with her baby. The last thing she would remember seeing was his sick, twisted, bloody smile.