User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Bicorn Ronchellster

Prompt:  You ran away from home because your father suddenly told that you should marry any woman you've never seen or heard. In the forest you found a wounded black black horse. You approach the creature and realizes that this is not a dark horse, but a Bicorn, an arrow was stuck in her leg.

Answer:

I cautiously approach her, making my presence known and giving soothing words.

"P-please, th-the arrow, I can't reach it." She quietly groans, trying to reach back behind her to her back leg. I kneel down next to her, rubbing her flank while trying to get a grip on the arrows shaft. I ask who shot her.

"A man, he- he was asking me about my husband before I tried to run." I snap the head off of the arrow and slowly slip it back out of her leg, she winces as the arrow moves, until it's free from her leg.

"Thank you, but I don't think I can go far like this." She looks out into the woods. "I hope my husband’s okay..." I pat her side, assuring her that her husband will be okay, and more than likely is looking for her. She gives me a faint smile. I grab some of my supplies and pull a bandage from it, wrapping it around her leg.

"I'm certain he is. He was never much of a fighter, but Rosy should be able to find me." I ask if she wanted me to stay with her.

"Oh, no, you must need to get home." I sigh, telling her I don't really have a home to get to. She cocks her head at me and I explain about the arranged marriage my father organised for me. She brings a hand to her mouth as she listens, her eyes wide.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"Oh my. That sounds awful. I knew my husband for quite some time before we were married, I even knew what would happen to me when we did." She gestured to her black and red form. "We've made such a happy family together, even with the other three girls..." She had a distant look and a fond smile on her face.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">Her moment of reverie was shattered by a roar from behind her, and I was suddenly beneath a werewolf. "Get away from her!" A man shouted, shakily holding a sword in both hands. He was nothing compared to the minotaur behind him, axe slung over her shoulder.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"No, wait!" The bicorn cried, betting the trio's attention. "He helped me, another man shot me, he was looking for you." She was looking at her husband, who lowered his sword and knelt by her side.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"Did you see him? What did he look like?" The bicorn seemed to calm considerably when he put a hand on her cheek.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"He was pale, and- and he had black hair. His... his eyes were a bright green. And he had a mad look in his eyes, like a starving man seeing a feast." The man swore.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"How did he find us?" There was a sound in the bushes nearby, and suddenly a voice seemed to boom from everywhere at once.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"Because you are a corrupting fool!" It shouted. The man stood again, holding onto his sword tightly. The werewolf had gotten off of me, sniffing rapidly around the area.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"If you care about her so much, then how could you hurt her like this?!" The man shouted, turning wildly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"That creature is a result of your corruption. She means nothing to me. The one I loved died to create her." An arrow whizzed out of the brush, smacked from the air by a mantis leaping out from the trees. Without a word she moved like a blur into the bushes, and the only sound was a very male grunt. She returned shortly after, a man fitting the description the bicorn had given being dragged behind her.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">She threw him in front of her, leaving him in the middle of the small gathering. "Thank you Lyn." The man said, kneeling over the attacker, sword raised. I cried a protest, not wanting to see the man, crazy as he may have been, killed. The sword came down as the man looked up at me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"He'll be fine." He said with a slight grin, pulling the sword from the others body. I noticed it had no blood on it. The bicorn giggled a bit.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"It's demon silver." She said, wincing as the werewolf looked over her leg. The minotaur rolled her shoulders, grunting slightly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"Well, I guess he won't be bothering us again. Too bad, I wanted to knock some sense into him first." The grin she wore made me slightly nervous. The man rose to his feet, walking over to me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"Thank you for helping my wife. I'm in your debt, friend." I say it's nothing, asking if he could take me to a different town to repay the debt. His wife then tells him about my running away, and he nods.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"Okay. I'll take you to my home, we were here for a friends daughter’s wedding..." He laughs, looking at me again. "I guess it'll be called off anyway, what with a runaway groom." I blush and look down, asking how he knows it was going to be me marrying her. "Well, the girls a spoiled little darling, and apparently she fell for a guy that saved her one day. Her dad would've paid yours anything he wanted for you. You remember a little blonde, green eyes and a slim figure? Probably dressed in lots of silk?" I then remember the encounter, the girl had been worried about walking through a mud puddle on the road when I offered to hold her dress.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"We won't be going far until Darla's better, but we should move before this guy’s scent starts attracting mamono from all around." With that we moved, the minotaur helping the bicorn to walk. We spent a week hobbling through the woods, trying not to push the bicorn too hard. It was another month before we got to the families hometown, and after helping me settle into a room at the inn my new friend offered me work at his store as an assistant shopkeep. I still work there, meeting many people and enjoying my new life. I've also met my new bosses many daughters, some of them coming to see me quite often.