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Meet Unique, my crazy, go lucky, 'teenage' alicorn. I am not sure how old she is, but I am thinking about somewhere in her seventies... How on earth do you call that a teenager?

I haven't written about Unique - or any alicorn - yet in my story, so I'll give more info about her when that time comes. You can check out her mother here in the meanwhile

gosh, they look a lot like each other when drawn with pencils :S Unique actually has a couple of markings on her body while her mother is completely white, but I was too lazy to draw them.

Unique and her mother are part of a story I am working on, called 'a State of Equilibrium'.

Here is where I will dump more art and info about my OCs and my world:
queenofeagles.deviantart.com/g…

And here is the prologue of my story:
Prologue - a State of Equilibrium
There was that feeling again. He was used to it, after suffering from it for years. It was so unpleasant though that he still couldn't ignore it. It felt like his skin was pinched by thousands of hot, long needles. It always happened when it was time for him to wake up. Luckily it only lasted a second, and it was just a fraction of the misery that already darkened him. The pain faded, and he stood up in the middle of an endless sea of grass, blades moving slowly in the wind. The pieces of his armour clattered softly against each other. Dark blood stained the shining metal, but it wasn't his. He wondered why he always wore it; he didn't need protection. Getting wounded was something he didn't care about. Maybe he should leave it behind. He started fumbling with the clasps of his armour, while he looked at his surroundings. Only a few gnarled trees were scattered amongst this dull, monotone la

Paper; around A5, normal Moleskine book.
Background: Texture

Description
Meet Unique, my crazy, go lucky, 'teenage' alicorn. I am not sure how old she is, but I am thinking about somewhere in her seventies... How on earth do you call that a teenager?

I haven't written about Unique - or any alicorn - yet in my story, so I'll give more info about her when that time comes. You can check out her mother here in the meanwhile

gosh, they look a lot like each other when drawn with pencils :S Unique actually has a couple of markings on her body while her mother is completely white, but I was too lazy to draw them.

Unique and her mother are part of a story I am working on, called 'a State of Equilibrium'.

Here is where I will dump more art and info about my OCs and my world:
queenofeagles.deviantart.com/g…

And here is the prologue of my story:
Prologue - a State of Equilibrium
There was that feeling again. He was used to it, after suffering from it for years. It was so unpleasant though that he still couldn't ignore it. It felt like his skin was pinched by thousands of hot, long needles. It always happened when it was time for him to wake up. Luckily it only lasted a second, and it was just a fraction of the misery that already darkened him. The pain faded, and he stood up in the middle of an endless sea of grass, blades moving slowly in the wind. The pieces of his armour clattered softly against each other. Dark blood stained the shining metal, but it wasn't his. He wondered why he always wore it; he didn't need protection. Getting wounded was something he didn't care about. Maybe he should leave it behind. He started fumbling with the clasps of his armour, while he looked at his surroundings. Only a few gnarled trees were scattered amongst this dull, monotone la

Paper; around A5, normal Moleskine book.
Background: Texture