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to gain this unicorns trust you must get close to her. I will judge this on the most creative and detailed description

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[muffy]

Username: muffy
How you get close to her: I gently offer the Uni daisy as a snack slowly lifting my other hand to her head. Softly singing a lullaby as she inches forward gaining her trust.

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[WatermelonBear]

Username: Berani Lily Deeks
How you get close to her:
I was in the forest at night, the moon was high and was shining through the leafy canopy. I walked into the small forest clearing I went into every night. To my surprise before I even step foot into the clearing I spot a large horse nibbling at a few patches of green juicy grass. Its tail was unusual and it had the prettiest markings I had ever seen. I stepped closer to have a better look, and like in all movies I just happened to step on a stick. Though the snap was faint the horse still managed to hear it and turned around at a lighting speed and looked at me, its tail was held high, its ears were up and it was looking right at me. I stepped back into the shadows so the horse couldn't see me. Wait was that a horn? I squinted my eyes to try get a better look, yeah it was a horn. Is this what I think it is, is it a unicorn? I was amazed at what was right in front of me, a real life unicorn!

Once a few minutes had passed the unicorn had became curious and slowly headed in my direction, on high alert. I tried to hold my breath so I didn't scare it away but it was just so stunning. Soon I was face to face with the unicorn, It for some reason hadn't noticed I was straight in front of it. Then I did something stupid, I reached my hand up and petted it. How stupid was I? It had kicked me and sent me backwards, into a tree. It then galloped off.

I reached down to my stomach, where it had kicked me. It was bleeding, and I had a deep cut. I sighed, how stupid was I, now I was going to bleed out in a forest. After about half a hour of me holding my cut and applying presser to it I felt faint and I knew I was going to pass out. I remembered to back when I was a kid, my mum would always read me story's about unicorns, they were after all my favourite animal back then. Then I remembered, unicorns have healing powers don't they?

With the last of my strength I got up and entered the clearing, I could be wrong, what happens If they don't have healing powers? I'm going to die, this is stupid. but it was now or never and seriously what did I have to lose. I held my stomach and cried out in pain with every step until I saw the flick of a tail behind some bushes. My walking speeded up, the pain got worse and I was starting to feel dizzy but I couldn't give up now. I neared the bushes and the unicorn could hear my panting and footsteps, it was once again in a alert stance. Just as I was going around the corner of the bushes I collapsed, I had startled the unicorn but I hadn't ran away.

I reached up with my free arm with the last of my strength "Please help me" I managed to get out before it all went black.

I'm not dead... Something soft was nuzzling me, the pain was gone. I opened my eyes and everything was blurry but I could make out a large animal standing above me, It was the unicorn. It had saved me.

To sum it up, the way I got close to the unicorn was through weakness and determination.

[~SpotOnAppy~]

Mark

[-Isabella-]

Username: Isabella45
How you get close to her:
Well, it was a breezy autumn day and I was out kite flying. Unfortunately, my skills with a kite make Charlie Brown look like a pro. I lost my kite in a tree so I climbed it to retrieve the kite. Unfortunately, my fear of heights got he best of me and I sat there in the tree for about thirty minutes. Then I heard something moving about below me. I cast a cautious glance down toward the ground and my breath caught in my throat. Standing there below me was the most magnificent beast I had ever seen. Now, I had never believed unicorns were real, but this sure changed my mind! For a few minutes I was too scared to even breath, I just watched as the mare moved about below me. Then I did something kind of stupid. I leaned forward, just a bit at first, then a bit more, a bit too much. I fell out of the tree right in front of her. For a moment she just stared at me, raising her head almost haughtily, then she turned and cantered away.
I sat there on the ground, dumbfounded, then made my way home.
The next day I casually wandered that way once more, hoping to see her. But I didn't.
I went back to the spot every day for a week, but with no luck.
When I had to go out to that spot again a month later I had long been decided that I would never see her again, if i really had to begin with.
So I went out there with Houdini to let him get some exercise.
Maybe it was me, maybe it was Houdini, maybe it was both of us. But I saw her again. She came out of the woods in all of her elegance. While she appeared calm, I saw by the look in her eyes and her posture that she was ready to run if need be.
I decided that I would ignore her and hope she was friendly.
Well, to my relief, and I must admit, some disappointment, she was more interested in Houdini than me.
The two seemed to hit it off and galloped around the field while I raked up some leaves.
They might have gone on forever and ever, but finally I decided that it was time for Houdini to go home.
So I whistled for him and reluctantly he came to me and we walked home.
I woke up at midnight to hear the sound of retreating hoofbeats.
Houdini is well named, and he must have decided it was time to go see his new friend.
I didn't bother going after him. he had escaped before but always come back.
I didn't see the unicorn again that month, but Houdini visited her frequently.
Early one morning in winter I walked into the stable, ready to start my day, only to find Houdini in his stall . . . with the unicorn.
I was so shocked I jumped. I thought she would run at seeing me. But when she didn't I looked closer and noticed her drooping head and half closed eyes.
Then I saw the blood on her front legs.
I never figured out what happened, weather she fell or was attacked by some wild animal, or maybe just missed a jump.
But that day started a long healing process. At first the wouldn't even let me get near her, but after some time, and maybe some words from Houdini in their own language, she let me clean and bandage her scratched, bruised legs.
That became my daily ritual. Feed Houdini, bandaged her up, then take care of the rest of the horses.
As soon as her legs were healed we were back to our old relationship though. The one where I kept my distance.
But, she stayed around. Probably because of Houdini and some of the other horses.
I guess our relationship grew stronger over time.
I remember feeding her daily with Houdini, and one day she let me pet her. But after that she seemed to be a bit spooked. Maybe it was just too soon. She disappeared that day and was gone for three days. When she came back things were different.
She seemed curious of me. Almost like she wanted to be my friend but didn't know why or how.
Then it was time for me to take a step toward forming a good relationship.
I started talking to her when I was cleaning in the stable, leaving sugar cubes on the ledge near her stall.
One day when I was cleaning, raking up some dirty hay, she came up behind me and took the sugar right out of my pocket! She took half of the pocket too.
She stayed all winter.
Come spring all of the horses needed to be thoroughly bathed to get rid of winter's mush and dirt.
Now, I hadn't intended to bathe my feisty unicorn friend. But she saw the other horses getting bathed and ran in front of the hose!
After that she looked like a drowned rat.
So, I cautiously tried to groom out her mane, and the end of her tail. At first she aimed for me a couple of times with her hooves. But finally she seemed to relax under my grooming attempts and she seemed to enjoy it!
After that I became a little more bold. I attempted not only grooming and cautious pets, but hand feeding. She allowed most of my attentions. But saddles and bridles were definitely out!
While I had wanted to ride her at first, in the end I was glad I didn't. She was so wild and beautiful, it seemed like riding her or putting a bit in her mouth would take away some of the wild beauty I had come to love in her.
Now, I can't say she is exactly tame, or that we are always the best of friends, but we get along pretty well!
She comes to me for grooming, and of course, sugar! But keeps her independent spirit too.

[fall out boy,]

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[Galaxy Thoroughbred]

Username: Galaxy Thoroughbred
How you get close to her:

I didn't find her but instead she found me, me reading under a tree with the soft yellow leaves floating down beside me. They whisked in the wind and danced with each other before falling to there death with their other companions. I heard a crumple and a few snaps before the sounds of gunshots and a whinny of terror. I hurriedly stuffed my book in my bag and climbed up to the top of the maple tree in the forest. A horse ran past, something glinting on its forehead. I shook my head, it couldn't be that was impossible. A horn ?

Soon some men galloped past of steeds of thoroughbred descent, slowly gaining on what looked Arabian or atleast part Arabian unicorn. She galloped back towards me in a tight swerve while still regaining balance. Why didn't she just use one of her powers to get away, but then the answer was right infront of me but I didn't notice. She panted heavily and frantically spotted me and leaped. Leapt against the trunk and tried desperately to scramble up. I sat terrified on my haunches before pulling desperately against a snapped rope around her neck to pull her up.

They had to notice us, how could they not notice a unicorn and a girl alone like the green leaves on Autumn trees. We stood out it was impossible. But then with a hardy effort a strange purple light flowed lpout of her horn like a levitating liquid, encircling both us. I turned and did a double take, what had once been a desperate, seating equine was no a camouflaged background of orange leaves and branches. All the remained was a small black outline of her, and probably me too. Looking at my invisible hand it wasn't probably it was definitely.

I turned to look at the riders as the cantered in all directions like scared mice of a farm cat, trying to pinpoint the majestic creature they'd been chasing. With a curse they trotted into the forest. We came down only after the jingles of bells of the reins and clink of Spurs had stopped. I took out my pocket knife to get the rope, but she snorted in fright and galloped away.

I returned once a week to find her laying beside the tree. Eventually I was able to sit next to her. Then gently stroke her long face with its white markings exquisitely placed. Soon she let me read next to her, head on my lap and drooling with relaxed sleep. And soon I got to lay on her, on her slowly rising belly. But still she wouldn't let me cut the rope and still I noticed she became weaker. So I took,a chance, a bold and foolish one, because something so foolishly bold could not be called brave or smart. As she slept in a trance of dreams I sliced the rope cleanly. The satisfying snap sound was enough to make my head clearer and eyes open to her now untainted beauty. The grullo coat, the long mane and tail.

She sat dead up, stiff and straight as I released her. She looked at me eyes wide then relaxed. I let out my unconsciously held breath and started to braid her mane, singing all the while the bedside song my mum had sung.
" And when you wake, you will see, alllll the pretty little pon-nies," I sung gently, the feeling of her soft mane light under my touch.

[.Foxtrot.]

Mark

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Username: Isabella45
How you get close to her:
Well, it was a breezy autumn day and I was out kite flying. Unfortunately, my skills with a kite make Charlie Brown look like a pro. I lost my kite in a tree so I climbed it to retrieve the kite. Unfortunately, my fear of heights got he best of me and I sat there in the tree for about thirty minutes. Then I heard something moving about below me. I cast a cautious glance down toward the ground and my breath caught in my throat. Standing there below me was the most magnificent beast I had ever seen. Now, I had never believed unicorns were real, but this sure changed my mind! For a few minutes I was too scared to even breath, I just watched as the mare moved about below me. Then I did something kind of stupid. I leaned forward, just a bit at first, then a bit more, a bit too much. I fell out of the tree right in front of her. For a moment she just stared at me, raising her head almost haughtily, then she turned and cantered away.
I sat there on the ground, dumbfounded, then made my way home.
The next day I casually wandered that way once more, hoping to see her. But I didn't.
I went back to the spot every day for a week, but with no luck.
When I had to go out to that spot again a month later I had long been decided that I would never see her again, if i really had to begin with.
So I went out there with Houdini to let him get some exercise.
Maybe it was me, maybe it was Houdini, maybe it was both of us. But I saw her again. She came out of the woods in all of her elegance. While she appeared calm, I saw by the look in her eyes and her posture that she was ready to run if need be.
I decided that I would ignore her and hope she was friendly.
Well, to my relief, and I must admit, some disappointment, she was more interested in Houdini than me.
The two seemed to hit it off and galloped around the field while I raked up some leaves.
They might have gone on forever and ever, but finally I decided that it was time for Houdini to go home.
So I whistled for him and reluctantly he came to me and we walked home.
I woke up at midnight to hear the sound of retreating hoofbeats.
Houdini is well named, and he must have decided it was time to go see his new friend.
I didn't bother going after him. he had escaped before but always come back.
I didn't see the unicorn again that month, but Houdini visited her frequently.
Early one morning in winter I walked into the stable, ready to start my day, only to find Houdini in his stall . . . with the unicorn.
I was so shocked I jumped. I thought she would run at seeing me. But when she didn't I looked closer and noticed her drooping head and half closed eyes.
Then I saw the blood on her front legs.
I never figured out what happened, weather she fell or was attacked by some wild animal, or maybe just missed a jump.
But that day started a long healing process. At first the wouldn't even let me get near her, but after some time, and maybe some words from Houdini in their own language, she let me clean and bandage her scratched, bruised legs.
That became my daily ritual. Feed Houdini, bandaged her up, then take care of the rest of the horses.
As soon as her legs were healed we were back to our old relationship though. The one where I kept my distance.
But, she stayed around. Probably because of Houdini and some of the other horses.
I guess our relationship grew stronger over time.
I remember feeding her daily with Houdini, and one day she let me pet her. But after that she seemed to be a bit spooked. Maybe it was just too soon. She disappeared that day and was gone for three days. When she came back things were different.
She seemed curious of me. Almost like she wanted to be my friend but didn't know why or how.
Then it was time for me to take a step toward forming a good relationship.
I started talking to her when I was cleaning in the stable, leaving sugar cubes on the ledge near her stall.
One day when I was cleaning, raking up some dirty hay, she came up behind me and took the sugar right out of my pocket! She took half of the pocket too.
She stayed all winter.
Come spring all of the horses needed to be thoroughly bathed to get rid of winter's mush and dirt.
Now, I hadn't intended to bathe my feisty unicorn friend. But she saw the other horses getting bathed and ran in front of the hose!
After that she looked like a drowned rat.
So, I cautiously tried to groom out her mane, and the end of her tail. At first she aimed for me a couple of times with her hooves. But finally she seemed to relax under my grooming attempts and she seemed to enjoy it!
After that I became a little more bold. I attempted not only grooming and cautious pets, but hand feeding. She allowed most of my attentions. But saddles and bridles were definitely out!
While I had wanted to ride her at first, in the end I was glad I didn't. She was so wild and beautiful, it seemed like riding her or putting a bit in her mouth would take away some of the wild beauty I had come to love in her.
Now, I can't say she is exactly tame, or that we are always the best of friends, but we get along pretty well!
She comes to me for grooming, and of course, sugar! But keeps her independent spirit too.

Crazy late but congrats!