I wrote this to
siege's
first prompt.
It moved, a swift flowing darkness through the patches of short purple-grey heath that brushed its belly then it was a shadow under the trees, but it was no shadow.
Sir Roden no longer felt that he was dressed for the occasion. A unicorn hunt was supposed to be a pleasant way to spend the afternoon with a few friends
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