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Short Story S:1 P:4 - The Wild Ones

     The wild strong hooves thundered across the swaying valley as glorious shadows descended into the cove of trees, echoing heart beats trembling under the whipping breeze as sweat glistened off strumming muscles that ghost haunting magic like phantoms. It was an unholy yet sacrosanct thing to witness as the harem raced past gnarled vines scaling abandoned thrones and glittering lakes housing fallen stars.
     They were spirits traveling the same broken trail of slain heroes consumed by demons that gnawed on their bones. No one knew what drove them into sight, their wild manes tossed like tendrils of fire. But when they burst into existence the surrounding life cried at their powerful beauty, envy and fear gripping their souls at the sharpened moonlit points paying tribute to the heavens where they rose above flaring nostrils and were nestled amongst pools of swirling colors fluttered by long lashes.
     Even the sea that seemed to drift in companionable silence in the distance marveled at the wondrous beasts as they pounded on towards oblivion, the drove of Unicorns ever ignorant to the stillness they induced in the unending world around them.

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