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Quick note: I'm considering moving these two away from the mangrove camp since it was never my intention for them to be alone. If any participants are planning to show up there soon speak up now or they'll be hauling ass elsewhere by the next chapter.

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A hard running fight with a healthy dose of strutting and preening later and they had lost the mammoth bird. They were a hot and sweaty sight that went unseen in the otherwise unpopulated jungle they backtracked through. It had been a long enough flight that mangroves were mixed in among the other trees and they soon stumbled into the inland stream.

It was somewhere upriver of where they had bedded down last night. The flow of water was barely a trickle in places as it wound through the thick peat mud. Lexi had been on the verge of following Gully’s example and burying her nose in a deep enough area to suck up a drink when a much more appealing option caught her normally oblivious eye. She pried the bottle out of the bottom of the puddle she had been that close to drinking from. Even rinsed out it had the yellowish tinge of aged plastic, but it didn’t smell off and held water like it should.

“Gully, can you even purify water?” Her eye was distorted by the curved bottle as she took note of the floaty bits swirling inside. A part of her stomach flipped uncomfortably at the thought of taking in something so obviously unsanitary. The larger half was too thirsty to care. “I’ve been wondering. You have a horn. I mean, it’s obvious you have one single horn, but are you a Unicorn unicorn, or just a unicorn? Ya know what I mean?” Lexi sloshed water from the bottle about as she waved it for emphasis.

Gully had no idea what she meant.

Unlike others who would have taken the pony’s blank look and sudden interest in scratching an itch off his forehead as sign that he didn’t care so long as she stopped questioning his credentials Lexi took it as an answer. “So it’s just for show…” She gingerly took a sip of brackish water. Really taking her life in her hands here now that she knew she didn’t have a Unicorn, just a unicorn.

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I feel like this describes that whole incident with the giant chicken monster Don't worry, Gully sheds no tears over being 'just a unicorn'.

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Quick note: I'm considering moving these two away from the mangrove camp since it was never my intention for them to be alone. If any participants are planning to show up there soon speak up now or they'll be hauling ass elsewhere by the next chapter.

First
Previous
Next

A hard running fight with a healthy dose of strutting and preening later and they had lost the mammoth bird. They were a hot and sweaty sight that went unseen in the otherwise unpopulated jungle they backtracked through. It had been a long enough flight that mangroves were mixed in among the other trees and they soon stumbled into the inland stream.

It was somewhere upriver of where they had bedded down last night. The flow of water was barely a trickle in places as it wound through the thick peat mud. Lexi had been on the verge of following Gully’s example and burying her nose in a deep enough area to suck up a drink when a much more appealing option caught her normally oblivious eye. She pried the bottle out of the bottom of the puddle she had been that close to drinking from. Even rinsed out it had the yellowish tinge of aged plastic, but it didn’t smell off and held water like it should.

“Gully, can you even purify water?” Her eye was distorted by the curved bottle as she took note of the floaty bits swirling inside. A part of her stomach flipped uncomfortably at the thought of taking in something so obviously unsanitary. The larger half was too thirsty to care. “I’ve been wondering. You have a horn. I mean, it’s obvious you have one single horn, but are you a Unicorn unicorn, or just a unicorn? Ya know what I mean?” Lexi sloshed water from the bottle about as she waved it for emphasis.

Gully had no idea what she meant.

Unlike others who would have taken the pony’s blank look and sudden interest in scratching an itch off his forehead as sign that he didn’t care so long as she stopped questioning his credentials Lexi took it as an answer. “So it’s just for show…” She gingerly took a sip of brackish water. Really taking her life in her hands here now that she knew she didn’t have a Unicorn, just a unicorn.

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I feel like this describes that whole incident with the giant chicken monster Don't worry, Gully sheds no tears over being 'just a unicorn'.