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The Unicorn ^
"...She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless colour of sea foam, but rather the colour of snow falling on a moonlit night. But her eyes were still clear and unwearied, and she still moved like a shadow on the sea.
She did not look anything like a horned horse, as unicorns are often pictured, being smaller and cloven-hoofed, and possessing that oldest, wildest grace that horses have never had, that deer have only in a shy, thin imitation and goats in dancing mockery..." ~ Opening chapter of Beagle's The Last Unicorn.
I had to get this done with. So I cracked my head down. I'm not as pleased with the end result as I am with the other two previous, most probably the anatomy seems wrong. Maybe I just prefer to paint dark creatures. *shrugs*
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