Stop!
Pause. Breathe. Pause. Breathe. Drink the sweet air in smoothly. My hooves fall a little heavier, my muscled steel neck arches, my gray nostrils snort. Black, slender legs blend with the flickering shadows. "What is your buisness here, unicorn? If you seek a home, a home I can offer." Night eyes drink his blued form, the dual horns twisting from his head. Wings shiver, and I breathe deeper. Today, unfathomably, I am shaken and tied tightly, unable to focus on anything other than the smallest of details.