<span style="font-style: italic">A youth was born with the blood of the unicorns running through his veins. A being of purity and understanding. The woman he found him and raised him as her own realized that the day would come when he would be hunted down. Though a male unicorn born with human form, the woman's adopted son had the unicorn horn. Male unicorns in general were rare but one of human form was unheard of. Except in the fae and elven races. Where a prophecy foretold of his arrival. One that would bring down the dark demon king who had taken over the human realms. The fae woman fled with the child into the realm of elven and fae races. She hurried out to find something she dropped. She never returned...the youth of seven years of age grew up amongst the centuars and the hobbits. Until one day when he would stumble upon a forest that belonged to the race of royal elven people. Then a new adventure unfolded when his unusual presence was brought to notice by a scout of the royal elven family....</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/pictures/byheise9.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Razo<br/>18 (human)<br/>Unicorn<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">18 YEARS PRIOR......</span><br/><br/>Razo was found lost within the forest in the human realm. A keeper of time, a fae named Sarella, was walking through this very forest when she heard the loud sound of a newborn baby crying. At first the sound hitting her ears had her thinking she was losing her mind. She headed in the direction her ears told her the sound was coming from.  When she happened upon the bowl type basket the infant was in her eyes widened. <span style="font-style: italic">It was an infant...in the middle of the forest? Whatever happened to his parents?</span> She wonders to herself.<br/><br/>Picking the infant up and taking him with her. Cooing and shhing him to quietness. Rocking the infant in her arms. She had =no idea how long this young baby had been alone here. She did know however she was going to need to get him food...fast. She noticed the tiny little unicorn horn in the middle of the newborns forehead only when the moonlight made it glisten beneath its beams.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">SEVEN YEARS AFTER FINDING....</span><br/><br/>Sarella was afraid. Not for herself but for the young child she carried within her arms. The child's horn was about an inch and a half long now. His bangs covering it for the time  being. When he would get to be twenty-one or older the hair would not be able to hid it any longer. She ran from the demon hounds. Chased for the child within her arms. She was not too far. Not too far from the realm of fae and elven races. She managed to get through it. Putting the child down and having told him to stay. "I will return soon. I need to get something that was dropped." She vanished but never returned.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">ELEVEN YEARS LATER....</span></span><br/><br/>Razo had been found in the forest wandering around aimlessly. Near death from lack of nutrition and nourishment, he was gathered up in the arms of a sentry centuar. Taken to the valley of hooves and play. The valley where the hobbits lived alongside a clan of centuar. The centuars raised the young lad in the ways of hunting, the ways of fighting, the ways of coexistance. The hobbits raised him in the life of fun and relaxtion. The ways of not over working and how to make time for fun. The years passed and he began to become more and more handsome. The horn in the center of his forehead kept growing and was just barely able to be concealed by the bangs upon his head. Beautiful ivory horn that shimmered and glistened with a white polished gleam. It gave off a rainbow of colors upon the horn itself as the sun hit it.<br/><br/>One day he left to go hunting. To take care of things that needed to be done. To gather food for his people. For the centuars who were resting. He intended to be gone only a couple of hours at most. He was chasing the kill of a lifetime. A beautiful buck that was large and massive. It would be enough meat to feed his people, his family, his friends...for quite a very long time. He had gotten lost while chasing the buck. Tripping over a tree root that was raised that he had not seen with his gaze upon the buck. Landing hard and ended up hitting his head hard.<br/><br/>A few scouts of the royal elven family and kingdom spotted the strange male who was forcing himself up. They rushed off to find their princess. The one who was not exactly the most princess like of her siblings. Finding her they began to guide her urgently in the direction of the male. "Mylady...this man...he has a horn like a unicorns in the center of his forehead. You must hurry." The old man sentry urges her.