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Unicorn/Lady Amalthea ([info]the_unicorn) wrote in [info]labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-06-19 18:54:00

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Entry tags:active, day twelve, olive snook, the unicorn/amalthea

WHO:  The Unicorn/Amalthea [ [info]the_unicorn ] & OPEN
WHAT: Amalthea goes wondering
WHEN: Day 12, afternoon
WHERE: Illusion City, Monoply Board
WARNINGS: PG/PG13, nothing too bad here folks.
STATUS: Incomplete

The unicorn had spent the entire next day following her arrival in the small dorm room she had been lead to by the goblin. The vile creature had explained that she would find human clothes, a magical book to write her thoughts in, and that if she wished to talk to Jareth personally that she would have to make her way through the King's Labyrinth. With so many changes, the Unicorn found she had little desire to leave her room. She did not sleep or eat, and only once or twice did she dare to peer out of her dorm's room and into the hallways around her. She noticed others, but made sure to be careful that no one noticed her. Part of her actually missed the company of Schemendrick and Molly, at least they would have been able to offer some words. Schemendrick could have possibly reversed this magical castophropy. 

She had found a pale lavender gown laid out over a table, if she hadn't recalled the shape of the material she might have never thought it was something to wear. It took the unicorn far too long to figure out which spots to slip her arms into, and how exactly to ensure it was on properly. It surprised her to find that the dress fit her comfortably, it was soft and flowed lightly, and barely had any weight to it at all. It had been around dawn, when the Unicorn emerged from her room. With not a soul in site, she begun to walk barefoot in one direction.

She wasn't sure what she would find, eventually a city - one populated with more Goblins. Most of them looked at her in disgust, others stopped to laugh. A fair few solemnly acknowledged her for what she was, she thanked them and proceeded on her way. It was afternoon when she found the buildings had given away to an open landscaped. One filled with shiny metal tokens, three to four times larger than she was. Confused the young woman stopped and stared in an attempt to figure out what was going on here.


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[info]the_unicorn
2009-08-02 06:13 am UTC (link)
She wasn't entirely sure what an Alien was to be honest, so she thought it best not even to ask. Especially, since Olive seemed intent on getting an answer. If she was in her natural form she probably would have run off into the near by forest and never looked back by now. Not out of fear, but out of practice. Better safe than sorry.

Amalthea's eyes blinked slowly as she clung to a nearby metal board piece. If Olive looked close enough she might have seen strange things reflected in her eyes. Forests, animals and crystal clear streams of her home. They weren't dull or empty like a normal human being. "I have no reason to lie to you, but I'm not sure I have a reason to tell you anything else either."

Olive was afraid of her, why else would she keep her distance. Like Olive Amalthea didn't seem all that keen on opening up and getting any closer. She was terrified honestly, not so much of being in a strange new place ... but of being human. It meant many horrible new things. Gently she eased a hand up towards her forehead and brushed some of her white hair away. If Olive was pure of heart enough she might see the pale pink nine pointed star that marked where her horn should be.

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