Unicorn male (equivalent of a human male) venturing into an elder male's territory on a dare from his bachelor herd. The dare is simple: return w/ proof of a successful female conquest by first light.
Humans tell stories of how to trap a unicorn. Usually the tales center around fair virgins and laying one's head in the innocent girl's lap. I'm not sure if the mortals are being told the entire story, for the truth about ensnaring a unicorn is far more simple. - Kye's Journal.
The breeze that night was inexplicably cruel: a contrast to the mild summer's darkness typical of a native kadesh. This particular wind was neither cool nor was it particularly pleasant. Yet we could not bring ourselves to quit the area of its origin, though we knew our hooves tread upon dangerous soil, lands bordering the merciless desert and the unexplored hills beyond. None of us had a clue of what lay in these secretive meadows, but what we were currently scenting had our muzzles in the air, four sets of nostrils flaring as we sucked in the barest sign of what every yourng stallion dreamed.
The forest nymph was lovely to behold, her eyes like the soft bark on new birch trees, her skin supple and pliant with youth. I drew a deep lungful of her scent, of the rich perfume of grass and trees and streams where she made her home, and I am embarrassed to say that I quite forgot my caution. She, in turn smiled and opened her arms to me, that I might feel inclined to come in for a closer look.
Humans tell stories of how to trap a unicorn. Usually the tales center around fair virgins and laying one's head in the innocent girl's lap. I'm not sure if the mortals are being told the entire story, for the truth about ensnaring a unicorn is far more simple. - Kye's Journal.
The breeze that night was inexplicably cruel: a contrast to the mild summer's darkness typical of a native kadesh. This particular wind was neither cool nor was it particularly pleasant. Yet we could not bring ourselves to quit the area of its origin, though we knew our hooves tread upon dangerous soil, lands bordering the merciless desert and the unexplored hills beyond. None of us had a clue of what lay in these secretive meadows, but what we were currently scenting had our muzzles in the air, four sets of nostrils flaring as we sucked in the barest sign of what every yourng stallion dreamed.
The forest nymph was lovely to behold, her eyes like the soft bark on new birch trees, her skin supple and pliant with youth. I drew a deep lungful of her scent, of the rich perfume of grass and trees and streams where she made her home, and I am embarrassed to say that I quite forgot my caution. She, in turn smiled and opened her arms to me, that I might feel inclined to come in for a closer look.
