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The Guardian
You and your friends have discovered a little lone island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean on a fishing trip and decide to spend the night on the beautiful tropical beach. Your team sets up a little camp site and starts a fire. You all laugh and joke as you roast hot dogs and marshmallows over the open fire, and all is well, until the fire starts to die down. You offer to go find some more firewood.
As you're walking down a dark, thin deer path with your trusty flashlight in hand, you start picking up kindling. Suddenly, your flashlight starts flickering.
I thought I told them to change the batteries in this darn thing you say as you smack your only light source- aside from the moon- against the palm of your hand, but to no prevail. The flashlight dies, and you are alone deep inside the gut of a tropical forest at night. You have no idea what sorts of creatures could be lurking in the trees at this time of night. You call out to your friends for help, but it's no use, and you know it. You're stuck in the mass of dense darkness. They can't hear you.
As if things couldn't get much worse, you hear a twig snap from behind you, and a low rumble of a growl. You spin around but see nothing. However, you are aware that something is nearby.
Another twig snaps, and the sound of a powerful jaw snapping shut upon another's, followed by a quick whimper. Whatever is near you didn't come alone; Its friends are with it, and they're not friendly. Out of the nothingness, steps 3 very hungry looking lupes. They start circling you, snarling and panting heavily, and you are sure that you are about to be their midnight snack. You can't call out for anyone because they can't hear you, and the sudden noise might provoke them even more. Sweat is pouring down down your face as you pray one last time that a miracle happens.
Suddenly, you hear twigs snapping wildly. You figure it's probably the rest of the pack coming to feast too, but instead of more lupes appearing, a very large stallion gallops out, his tourquoise horn pointed straight at the lupes. The beasts decide that the uni would make a much tastier meal and turn on him. They crouch low, still circling around you and the magnificant chestnut stallion. The horse pivots and circles with the rabid creatures, ready to fight at any moment.
Suddenly, 2 of the lupes lunge at the massive horse, one on his back, and one at his neck. He spins around, away from the first one, but the other one latches onto his back. He bucks wildly, trying to fling the lupe off of himself. You watch in horror and on impulse, you run to help him. You grab the closest piece of thick wood that you can find and throw it at the lupe on his back.
Get away from him! you yell furiously, trying not to get eaten too. The wood and the yelling distracts the lupe just long enough for the stallion to throw it off of his back. He charges at the lupes, snorting and grunting furiously. The lupes run off, deciding that they can find a much easier meal to catch.
The stallion walks solemnly up to you, waiting for something, but you're not sure what. He grunts, looking back at his side.
You want me to get on? you ask. He grunts again and stamps his hoof, getting impatient. Not wanting him to get any more mad than he already is, you scramble onto his back. He maneuvers his way through the thick trees at ease, and you look down to get a better look at the magnificant creature. His coat is a bright chestnut color, with maroon mane, tail, and socks. He doesn't have a normal horse tail though, it's a traditional unicorn tail. His horn is tourquoise, as is the crescent moon and star brand on his left hip. He must've been some sort of indian's horse. you ponder, because he has the traditional war paint around his eye, in purple, to match his torn, broken wings.
What happened to your wings? you ask, more to yourself than to the horse. He couldn't talk. The horse, with his head low, shakes it and grunts. Could he understand you?
You shouldn't be here. he says to you in a low voice. You and your friends need to leave at sunrise tomorrow.

You can talk?! you blurt out. What is your name?

...Eklypce. he mutters.

Who else is here? You must belong to someone! you say, lifting the rope reins slightly off of his neck.

He snorts loudly. I don't belong to anyone. My family died off years ago. This is my island, and I must protect it so no one else gets hurt.

Why do we need to leave so quickly? What's going on?

This island is not good. There are bad things here. Dark magic. Trust me, if I could leave, I would. But I can't. The least I can do is ask you to please leave as soon as you have light.

Stats
NAME: Eklypce
AGE: 157 years old
SPECIES: Uni BREED: Mustang/Breton
GENDER: Stallion
HEIGHT: 16 hh