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The Unicorn Slayers

Unicorns don’t get murdered often. Most hunters don’t realize they’re people when they kill them. When that happens, they’re forgiven. It’s an honest mistake. When a unicorn is murdered, in full knowledge of what they are, apologies are never enough. Humans have their systems of justice. They would apply fines, prison time, and community service, as if these things can ever replace a lost life. The unicorns, they demand restitution.

Unicorns have no interest in due process. They have no interest in social order. Unicorns run wild, in the wilderness between outposts of civility. Unicorns want cloppsright. Most modern species have evolved past their violent urges. They seek rehabilitation and deterrence, not only retribution. Unicorns have not. That’s why we keep them in check. When a unicorn starts the cycle of vengeance, we put a stop to it.

Prompt: Tale Weaver- 10/26/17

The Peasant and the Frog

“Is this your first or your nineteenth?”

Ribbit.

“I don’t know,” he croaked loudly. That was how he croaked.

His servant sighed, stroking his future king.

“The groundskeeper wasn’t certain, and neither was the magician, but they agreed that frogs can live two years, at least.”

“Good,” croaked the prince.

“That means you have time to find her, my liege.

“Who,” said the skeptic croakily.

“Your princess, my liege. She can free you from your curse.”

Ribbit.

“I love you,” sighed his sweetheart.

Prompt: Tale Weaver- #142- Birthday

Natural Formations

Cato had elected to live a simple life. In his cave, no one came looking for him. That was why the knock at the door surprised him. Only a banjoher could knock on his barrier. Why would one of them seek him out now? A tense conversation via flag followed, and Cato retreated deeper, thinking about what his intruder had said.

The person at the door claimed to be his sister, though he had grown up as an only child. She was a banjoher, but they were rare. How likely was it that he had a secret banjoher sister? His years of dedicated study were nothing compared to what she could teach him. This was the perfect trap for a banjotak of his caliber. 

There is no safety here, he signaled.

I am friendly. I come in peace, she replied.

You come hiding treachery behind your lies, he said.

I wish only to speak with you, she lied.

I will go to war before I let you pass, he retorted.

You will lose, she concluded.

Cato sized up his food supply. He could wait two weeks before stepping outside. That would give her time to admit her true motivations. Love! Family! As if.

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