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I originally wrote this for class but hoped you’d all enjoy it. I changed it from 1st person to 3rd and it’s currently the caretaker pov.
Tagging:@cowboy-anon@unicornscotty@sideblogformindtrash
CW: unicorn centaur whumpee, it as a pronoun, blood, manhandling, capture, treated like a wild animal
The Unicorn
A loud commotion drew people out of their homes and toward the gates of the town. Outside the walls was a frightening and wild place that held the most ferocious and the most beautiful beasts humans had ever seen. Now something new was brought within the safety of those high timber and stone walls.
I originally wrote this for class but hoped you’d all enjoy it. I changed it from 1st person to 3rd and it’s currently the caretaker pov.
Tagging:@cowboy-anon@unicornscotty@sideblogformindtrash
CW: unicorn centaur whumpee, it as a pronoun, blood, manhandling, capture, treated like a wild animal
The Unicorn
A loud commotion drew people out of their homes and toward the gates of the town. Outside the walls was a frightening and wild place that held the most ferocious and the most beautiful beasts humans had ever seen. Now something new was brought within the safety of those high timber and stone walls.
As a crowd formed and compacted, a boy pushed his way through the nearly impenetrable wall of people to get a better look. The hunters had brought a brilliant prize with them, a creature that seemed to step right out of their stories and legends.
Symon wondered if his eyes deceived him as he saw a unicorn for the first time, a creature of legend and myth was now right in front of him. It was nearly unbelievable, an elaborate hoax or maybe a decadent hallucination thought up by men who wailed their conspiracies. Yet, he knew how the carvings and art looked, it was a spitting image of the beast of spoken story. Staring in awe at it only made his mind wander, perhaps this was all wrong, a creature this magnificent had no business being here amongst them.
As he watched it strain and thrash against the ropes that bound it, restricting its already limited movement, the creature’s legs buckled and sent it crashing into the dirt below. The unicorn’s shining white coat now stained with debris and blood and its once silky looking hair had become knotted and mangled. Symon could smell the hatred from this being, wild eyes on hyper alert as it tried and failed to bring itself back up. It was vulnerable on the ground, good as dead and it knew it.
The longer he looked, the more he truly began to try and piece this creature together. It sounded unreal, the torso and head of a man and below the waist was the rest of a horse with a glittering golden horn protruding from its forehead. But he knew his eyes were correct in their observation, the beast was real, and it looked frightened. How did such a beautiful and mysterious being end up in his town, seeing it made his heart ache. That ache coaxed his hand from his side, reaching out toward the bruised and panicked beast.
“Symon! Don’t you move another inch toward that thing, it’ll kill ya in one move.” The familiar bark of his father’s voice snapped him back to reality.
“Yes sir, sorry.” He said before glancing back at the trembling and terrified unicorn.
Before he could truly react to what was happening, cold steel chain was woven around the unicorn’s hind legs, a mule ahead of it began to make toward the stables where the beast would likely live as a prisoner. It left a bitter taste in his mouth, similar to the soup mother gave them when they fell ill. The chains rattled as the unicorn found an ounce more of fight within it and its thrashing began again. It didn’t deserve to live out its life here and he intended to do what he could to help it get back home. Now only a trail was left in the dirt and mud, spots of blood and tufts of the unicorn’s white hair was left.
The town was left back to its usual bustle, as if a legendary beast hadn’t just been brought into the town. Something about that creature tugged at his very soul and he slowly began to follow the trail of blood and mud that had been left behind.
