Queen Rai
Self Proclaimed Queen of RPNation
Absolute Zenith
♥
A rare beauty who held no regret, she was called, she of gleaming white fur and dreaming eyes.
Born a riddle to the world and hunted to the point of extinction, she is the only one left.
Children know of her; over and over, they beg for the tales, the fables, the lore.
Down from the mountains and across the lands she races ever onward, through the ending of the world.
Elegant, ethereal, an enigma.
From the depths of the valley a call rings out.
Golden and ringing, it is a voice, calling to them.
'Hunters...Hunters...to horse and to hound.'
In an instant the peace of the day is shattered.
Just as in ages past, the hunters are upon her trail once more.
'Kill her, catch her, see her dead.'
Lovely, as she is, the prize they seek most is the horn upon her head.
Means, cunning and unfair, are employed to lay her low.
Nearer to the forest she races.
Over the edge stones tumble and fall, her cloven hooves hold tight to the wall.
Pounding, bounding, pressing tight upon her trail, the hunters come.
Quiet and still, she huddles in the deep shadows of a brier thicket.
Rough thorns scratch at her perfect, shining pelt and she lets out a whimper of pathetic pain.
She springs out and away, into the heart of the forest.
Trees, massive and ancient, shield her from harm.
Unicorn, she is, but is she the Last?
Veering away into the deepest reaches of the wood, she plunges.
Webs of gossamer moss hang from the trees, bearded and old they appear.
Xenocrysts, shine and glimmer in the fragmented light, as she spies a shape, eerily familiar.
Young and wandering, an innocent, a foal with a horn of silver upon her brow.
Zenith, is her name, and she is out of harm's way until another hunting day.
♥
