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I slept fitfully, which is putting the situation mildly. Sleep eluded me like, well like a good dream. My homeland haunted me in my every waking and sleeping moment, and I could not help but fabricate the punishment my parents went through when I left. Why could I not stay with them? Freedom was an illusion anyway. Was it worth their pain? The pain that I could feel even so far away, imagined in my own mind? I needed a distraction from my own head, but being near others only reminded me of what a terrible individual I truly am.
So, when I felt a nudge at my hip and the soft prickle of whiskers against my hide, I panicked. My wings snapped open as I scrambled, serving as a ballast which picked my body to the ground much faster than other species. Quickly, I scrambled backward, trying not to step on my tail as I pushed my back to the cliffsides, one hoof barely hanging over the edge. If I fall, I can fly. What about you, Mr...
Mr. Unicorn?
Can you fly? No. I am a leaf on the wind and you are a rock on the earth.
A very large, dark rock with wicked looking, spiraled horns and piercing blue eyes. I blinked my own golden orbs which were ironically rather predatory, like a hawk. I was the furthest thing from a predator. I was prey. I eyed him suspiciously, my wings still stretched from my body, prepared for flight. My lips curved into a grim line, and when I heard his words, my ears tilted backward ever so slightly.
Was I that easy to read or was he some sort of magical unicorn? Bicorn? Is a unicorn with two horns still a unicorn or some sort of cow? A big, black, hairy cow. Well, no, that was being rude. Obviously he was far from a cow with how well groomed he was - even his hair was braided.
"No." I answered him too quickly, snorting slightly with my words. I tried to be independent and seem like I knew what I was doing, even though I had absolutely no idea. "I am not in trouble, but I prefer my solitude." I was at least being partially honest there. While I did prefer my solitude, I longed for companionship that did not make me feel like a traitor to my family.
As I eyed him and he seemed safe, I slowly pulled my wings into my sides, head held high as I regarded him in more detail. Why was he up here?
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