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The UnicornNimble as a jaguar,
quick as a doe.
Bounding through a sleeping forest.
Swerving here and there...
to avoid the resounding billow of anguish,
laying thick as a cloud,
upon the bloodied earth.
What is this beauty?
With the downy fur of a newborn kitten,
and hooves of molten gold.
Who else sees what I...
am lucky enough to gaze my eyes upon.
A flash of light,
a neigh, piercing as a crystal bell,
and saddening as the murky dusk,
Soft as a downy wing,
it settles upon the carnage.
The animal collapses to the ground.
clear as purest glass
lays upon the head,
of the shattered form.
just a speckle and a spark,
shines from the diamond horn.
The forest leans in.
The light rises to a bubbling shine,
and then to a blinding sun,
erasing all the damage it surrounds.
ever so slowly,
the light dims.
The great beast raises it's head one last time,
and whines a pitiful neigh,
as the light shimmers,
and then goes out.
The great ho
FeatherpawI slept fitfully that night, hushed conversations and quiet murmuring composing my dream. Something about three, always three... though I couldn't catch the rest.
I was awakened, much to my dismay, by a prodding in my side followed by a sharp reprimand.
"Featherpaw! You're kicking herbs all over the place!"
As I sat up, yawning broadly, the voice--my mentor, Herbpool--continued on. "We spent all day collecting these and now look at them--oh now the catmint has fallen on the floor as well. Featherpaw!" For indeed it had. As I had arisen to my feet, the catmint wedged loosely above my head had fallen onto the floor.
"Oh now we need to collect more," she ranted. "I guess it was a good thing we're in the middle of leafgreen though, isn't it? Though at this rate, we'll have no catmint left for leafbare! Why, oh why do you have to be so..." she struggled for words. "Sleepy! If you weren't so tired all the time, maybe we'd collect more herbs, and you'd sleep better at night!" Herbpool let loo
BloodfangLiving in the barren wasteland that was formerly a jungle,
I stalk the scarce, unsuspecting prey,
my belly moaning like the breeze through the willows.
Closer, closer I approach,
placing my grafted paws lightly,
wind whistling through my fur.
The rabbit stops.
It looks at me.
But by then it's too late.
I quickly pounce and bite its neck, killing it,
savoring the warm, juicy blood flowing freely down my chin.
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