Rifle gripped firmly in his hands, he crouched behind the bushes and took a moment to admire his prey. Long, silky manes; pure white bodies; powerful hooves; and spiral horns to top it all off. It almost felt cowardly to kill such a peaceful mother and colt—but ten thousand dollars did not. He raised his rifle and took aim. Suddenly, something sharp pierced his chest. He looked down and saw the bloody tip of a spiral horn. Then his vision faded to blackness.
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Wonderful little piece here and so well written!
I'm gonna go on a ledge here and assume that he was speared by another member of the herd that unicorn belongs to. I also wonder if the mother at the time was pregnant with the colt or if the colt's already been born. Unicorns are much like bulls. Don't mess with them or else You'll get the horn.
Goddammit THAT was satisfying! Brilliant 'tiny big' piece Stephanie!
Oh, this was chilling and surprising. Subscribed to you. Good luck! :)