The unicorn mare has a coat of the whitest color, like snow just fallen on the ground. Her mane and tail are about the same color as her coat, but more whispy, and yet it still holds a shine to them as hair does. From the center of her forehead sprouted a bright golden horn, the color of the rings on ladies' fingers, or the gold in the kinds' chambers. The horn spirals up, about a foot and a half in length, coming to a deadly sharp point which could be used to kill someone. But it not being in the unicorns' nature to fight, they being gently creatures, it could still be used for such. The unicorn has golden hooves, they cloven like those of a deet or a goat, ones which no one would wish to find themselves under; golden eyes are wide, watching what may happen.
Wyndolynn lived within a forest hiden from Men, a complete paradise. Each of the unicorns were by themselves, though if needed they were always there for one another. That is...until they came. The men had come hunting them, hunting them for their horns like every other man, and killed off her heard, killing every weanling, coalt, foal, mare, and stallion, every one but her. Now she is living withing the forest near the Ravens Eye.