How do you handle confrontation?
By our very nature, we unicorns are not confrontational creatures. Whether a thing is truly dangerous or merely unwelcome, we would prefer to avoid facing it altogether, either by hiding so that no trace of ourselves can be found, or by fleeing with such swiftness as leaves not even a shadow for pursuit.
There are things in the world, of course, that see through hiding places as easily as fine glass, things that even a unicorn can have no hope of outrunning. I have met more than a few of these things in my time, and when left with no other choice, I rarely hesitated to defend myself from them. I have killed dragons, defused the spells of dark magi, clashed with warriors' poisoned spears, withstood a harpy's brutal strike.
The one thing that wholly overwhelmed my defenses--a thing I could not confront any more than I could hide from or outrun--was the Red Bull. He conquered me once, and would have conquered me again, had it not been for the one man whose death has ever made any difference to me. For that man, I turned and stood against the Bull's terrible blind onslaught; I faced him, and I drove him back, and I watched as he retreated into the sea.
Confrontation, then, along with regret and love, is a thing I have experienced as no other unicorn can.
Cross-posted to theatrical_muse.
There are things in the world, of course, that see through hiding places as easily as fine glass, things that even a unicorn can have no hope of outrunning. I have met more than a few of these things in my time, and when left with no other choice, I rarely hesitated to defend myself from them. I have killed dragons, defused the spells of dark magi, clashed with warriors' poisoned spears, withstood a harpy's brutal strike.
The one thing that wholly overwhelmed my defenses--a thing I could not confront any more than I could hide from or outrun--was the Red Bull. He conquered me once, and would have conquered me again, had it not been for the one man whose death has ever made any difference to me. For that man, I turned and stood against the Bull's terrible blind onslaught; I faced him, and I drove him back, and I watched as he retreated into the sea.
Confrontation, then, along with regret and love, is a thing I have experienced as no other unicorn can.
Cross-posted to theatrical_muse.