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Lun
" That's all the life is—trying not to be lonely. "
Ageless - Mirror Pronouns - Genderfluid (never knows what they are at any given time) - Size #29 - Always IC
Lun is a faceless, white unicorn who feels as though they have no identity, nothing for others to latch onto or care about. It is in their nature to mirror and copy others, they can't help themself, though this only perpetuates their dark thoughts about themself further. Lun fears that, regardless of how close they get to someone, they will be forgotten so easily, so they often isolate themself to create beautiful pieces of art that may perhaps be remembered, even if the one who made it with their own magic fades.
Lun thinks that they have once possibly been a real unicorn, with eyes and a mouth and a voice. Perhaps that self had had many friends and family, and maybe they were a singer or poet. But this self is ink-stained and lonely.
Lun had a dream, lying in a crater of the ruins, of a big, soft unicorn plushie owned by a human child. The plushie was taken everywhere the child went and cuddled with in bed at night. It was clear that it was loved. Over time, that plushie had been torn up the family dog and stitched up, thrown and covered in dust from the floor, and eventually an ink spill that stained its fluffy white coat so badly that a wash didn't fix it. The child had grown anyways, there was no need for such a plushie, and something so filthy couldn't possibly be donated, so it had been thrown in the garbage. Where it belonged.
Lun had woken in a fright.
(full story on TH.. when it's finished ugh)
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They are often found wandering around aimlessly, unless having found a nice dark spot to hang around and create in.
