The huge red stag snorted and lowered his massive rack of antlers threateningly. One of his cloven hooves dug a deep furrow in the Sand loam of the forest floor. His muscles tensed and he rolled his eyes.
The unicorn stopped dead. it knew him somehow. But how? And from where? Before the change? After it? Regal as a queen it stepped forward to meet its fate head on.
The stag looked at you appraisingly. It saw only strengh in your stance and knew that you would be a hard foe to veat. Still, it must try. There was only room for one Lord of the Forest After all. He broke into a charge.
The black unicorn held its ground. It was sure the stag wouldn't run it down. After all, they had been friends once. But would that friendship still hold?