The First Unicorn

Kalt I say goodbye to my weakness, So long to the regret, and now I see the world through diamond eyes.     Watching the beast with a sense of awe, Kalt couldn’t seem to look away, a foreign sense of warmth and odd familiarity washing over him in the presence of such an incredible creature. While he was concerned for her well being with an injured leg, he wasn’t going to take her from her home. The gods would decide her fate, and she seemed to be a fighter, which gave him a good feeling about her odds.     He got to his feet and secured his quiver back to his belt, then slung his bag and his bow over his shoulder. Kalt leaned against a tree with his arms folded over his chest. He couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away. How could he? There was a fucking unicorn in front of him.     What he didn’t understand was why she was alone. Horses were herd animals, and while unicorns were of course different, he assumed the instincts were pretty much the same.