...she kissed the lips that bit her, so sweet, soft, divine, skilled in the seduction of her soul...
You are the most universal mythical beast ever. Sightings of the unicorn have been reported from all over the world, even in modern times. Unicorns are pure and incorruptible. In China, unicorns symbolized gentleness, good will, and wisdom. Christianity links the unicorn with Christ. It is said that unicorns would only allow virgin girls to see them, let alone touch them. They were easily lured into fatal ambushes by a virgin with some poachers waiting for the unicorn in nearby bushes. A unicorn's horn was a highly prized possession, which was reputed to have great healing capabilities. With the touch of its horn, a unicorn could bring back a person who had been dead for several hours. But when separated from the unicorn's body, the magic was significantly reduced. The unicorn had the body of a horse, a unique spiraling horn, and a lion's tail. They were pure white in color.
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Incorruptable? I'm not so sure... I believe it may be a bit late for that. My soul has fallen into a sort of darkness... a darkness of strange feelings and emotions, of strange wants and desires. It is not a darkness like people normally think of, one of evil thoughts and intentions, but one of uncharacteristic imaginings of eternity and life after death with a bit of morbid curiosity tied into it all. I sometimes now like pain where I could never stand much pain at all before. And to me, love is a pain that resounds so sweetly in my heart and yet tears it to pieces even as it heals it, a never ending spiral of tearing and repairing, ripping and transformation until I am a thing likened to what I started out as but wholly different and stranger than anything I ever thought I'd be. Perhaps this is what it means to become mature, to grow, to become wiser in the ways of the world. Lately I have been being forced to realize that for every yin there is a yang, for every night there is a day, for any desire there is a sweet destruction... I have become enamored with this constant, beautiful dance of light and dark and within it I have found my peace of mind... it is now my constant waking world.
My own destruction is my own wonderful, blinding rebirth.