[Quest] the things that monsters know;

[NPC Account]

Eligos thou shalt feast; The first thing he sees is the moonlight unspooling from her horn like the cold glisten of a mirage. She is black as a shadow, black as old blood in the dark blue hour before morning. The unicorn smells like a forest decaying, rich and strange and deep and secret. He wonders if she might taste the same way, like red autumn between his teeth. The moonlight finds him hard to catch. Fur and scale and claw pass over the sand and under the rocks and inside him his hot golden blood like the killing sun is crying out, beating beating beating like a river against a dam. The unicorn, too, is running like a flash flood. Up her horn gleams, like its dreaming of tearing a seam in his belly; the Nerubyian laughs in a silent parting of jaws. Down he runs and the sand streams behind him, his long tail a dark flag proclaiming war. Her footsteps are a drumbeat, a rhythm he has danced to a thousand times beneath the sun and moon; his own are a silent whisper, and both bring them converging, two points of a line that should never touch.   Now he is near enough to see the black arc of her own tail, and the way lightning carves a streak across her face. He thinks that he will leave such a mark, too. Up crawls the sun, and down dips the moon, and up the Nerubyian leaps in an arc for her back for his teeth to meet her throat, for their dark shapes to join in blood and violence. @Thana