story by  Pudgy-Mutt

Hunted for her horn, it was chopped by poachers and she was found, rescued by a zoo keeper, moved to a small holding cell where her world turned upside down.

This pure being...so longed for fresh air, for the dirt and grass under her paws, and most of all, her horn...her source of magic...but it would not grow back for a long...long time.

Taking every chance she had, she would breath the fresh air the gentle breeze brought into her small cage as those beings looked on.



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this lovely artwork is done by  Pudgy-Mutt