Hey everyone! Got some fresh material for yah! This chapter is gonna be a little slower than the first, as in not much action or anything, so hopefully you aren't too bored. Same as always, let me know if there's anything that should be changed, or sounds stupid or whatever! Sorry it's not much, but I hope it'll hold you over until I get the rest of the chapter done! Hehee...
~Chapter Two~
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As soon as the horses were out of sight, Shamira resumed her unicorn form and started through the woods in search of the small herd. Hopefully, she could convince them to come with her and join her herd, as she had done with others. Keeping as many of them together as possible made it easier to protect them.
Following a trail through the forest, she soon came upon the herd gathered in a small clearing. As she approached, they lifted their heads, their ears pointed forward curiously. The stormy-gray stallion stepped forward, watching her carefully with his head held high, showing he was not intimidated by her size. She could tell by his stance he was the dominant, in charge of protecting the herd from predators and other dangers. Shamira would have to convince him there were certain predators he could not stop on his own.
Keeping her head low in respect of his status, she went up to the stallion, waiting for him to make the first move. He regarded her for a few more moments before whinnying softly and lowering his head a bit. He wanted to communicate. Shamira moved forward until their horns touched near the base and closed her eyes. Unicorns had a rather unique way of speaking to each other. By touching horns, they could link minds, in a way, and exchange memories and feelings to convey messages when neighing wasn’t enough.
The stallion started by showing her images of gray clouds rolling through the sky, then the start of a rain storm. He was trying to tell her his name, or just what the other unicorns called him. Judging by his color, which was how they usually got their names, she guessed it was close to Sky Before the Rain in human tongue. In return, she gave him images of a clear night sky lit by the moon. Shamira’s family referred to her as Moonlit Sky at Night, as it was too difficult to tell them her real name.
Once he was more comfortable, she began to show him what had happened earlier, how the hunters had snuck up on the herd and nearly killed him. She added memories of coming across dead unicorns, their horns carved out of their skulls, their manes and tails hacked off. Over and over, she showed him humans with weapons, coupled with images of natural predators such as cougars, helping him to understand how dangerous humans were.
Sky returned with a memory of his own; a pure-white mare, dead and mutilated like so many others. A feeling of affection, the deep sadness washed over Shamira’s mind. The white mare had been the dominant female. Shamira nuzzled his nose, letting him know she understood his pain. This herd had suffered many other losses, and Sky felt lost and scared.
Shamira made a comforting noise, giving him memories of being with her family, along with the feeling of being safe and happy. She showed how she was able to protect them, and that she would do the same for him and his herd. Sky was quiet for a few moments, considering her offer. Then, he bumped his nose against hers and whinnied quietly. He accepted.
With a happy whinny of her own, Shamira told him to follow. He called to the rest of the herd and together they set off through the woods once again.