3. Unicorn and Bull part 1

Unicorn and Bull part 1

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    Account: Reptile1988

    Player name: Unicorn

    Even when Psylocke was young, she excelled in both her skills with the bow and with her skills in stealth. So much infact that she became the lead scout for the kings army of the kingdom she lived in. Though she hated to leave her village of her wood elf brothers and sisters, she knew her path had so much more for her.

    Over time the king took notice of her, and thats where the prooblem started. After a best left untold night, Psylocke's life changed.
    When the kings actions forced her hand, she slayed her king, psylocke became the hunted. Suddenly the armies she once did the scouting for, and the scouts she herself had trained in the ways of stealth would be coming for her. They wouldnt care about what the king had tried to do to her. They wouldnt show mercy, no, not them. They would deal justice for the murder of what they believed to be a just king. Slayed for his gold, or atleast that was what everyone assumed the motive was.
    Psylocke fled, trackers on her tail, bounty hunters in her path, and glory seekers at her side. She knew her face had to be kept hidden and so she became anomyous. Living off the grid, she no longer kept in contact with anyone from her past. Any friendship was a possible leak, as far as she was concerned. Her new constant companions would not stop hunting her no matter what. She did what any wood elven creature woud do, she used the forest as her escape. Voices of the rumors she had heard as a child in her village echoe'd in her mind:
    "If you could craft your clothing from the hide and fur of a unicorn, you would become as they are….to cunning, to fast, to crafty for simple traps and locks. You would become uncatchable as they are." She knew what part, or being of the forest she was going to use.

    She traveled to a magical grove where unicorns were not uncommon. This wood elf commited her first evil act in the name of fear, the fear of being caught. No one knows to this day just how Psylocke managed the feat, but the robes she wears are indeed crafted from the hide of the unicorn which fell to psylocke.

    Historians who have studied the criminal mind have said that the wood elf who had lost their link with the forest so much as to be able to murder a unicorn, must no longer a wood elf at all, but a demon. One of the great mysteries among those who heard the rumors is, just what was she thinking as she gutted that sacred animal. What was she thiking as she crafted a cloak from its hide? Did she stop and look at the blood covering her hands and weep, or by that time was there nothing left of the Psylocke her village had raised.

    In her heart, Psylocke knew she was damned for this crime, and would never be accepted back into her old village but, as she cut and skinned the fallen Unicorn, her thoughts brewed to betray. "I will not be heard, I will not be seen, I will not be caught."

    From that point on, she was no longer known as Psylocke the deviant king slayer. She was the unicorn, named after the creature which was supposed to be imossible to capture. A once neutral wood elf, gone corrupt.


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