This is an unfinished piece.
The crevices sculpted carelessly into the cliff face served as vast, shadowed spy holes; to what, Aires was not certain. Today, he did not awknowledge them however, but scanned his eyes drowsily across the bloody sky that gulped the landscape in a pink haze. The ocean, distanced enough for Aries to be able to imprison it between two outstretched fingers, rolled rhythmically across a mass of soaked sand, drawing back moments later, to repeat the process mournfully. Every time a particularly determined wave collided with a stubborn rock, sprinkles of salt water propelled into the air, glinting in the rising sun like spits of orange flame. This place, lonely, isolated and haunting served as the perfect place to hide what lay inside his tent.
After slowly flexing his shoulder muscles and releasing a deep, satisfying breath, he lazily raised himself from the frigid rock and turned, examining his small, stout and hopefully temporary home. Tension sidled through his fingers as he cautiously approached the tent and carefully tugged at the zip. It was almost impossible to enter without having to crouch awkwardly which Aires proved; even by bowing his head a considerable amount, the distraction of attempting to appear unnoticed caused his foot to stumble on his rumpled sleeping bag. Doing his best to mute his breaths, he peered at his right leg extending out of the mouth hole and slowly drew it inside. Against the far right hand corner, a selection of old matted blankets and a sleeping bag lay in a settled clump. A few wisps of dazzling silver hair protruded from somewhere within the bundle. Not even the reddish glow the crimson tent emitted from the dawning blaze of the sun weakened its bright image.
The bundle stirred and Aries froze. Seconds later his hand groped inside his trouser pocket and his fingers clasped around the subject he had found not far from the cliff’s edge. The silent atmosphere was pierced with the muffled wail of a seagull and the boy, throwing an angry look in the direction of the disturbance, slinked to the edge of the tent, closer to the subject of his interest. The Unicorn nestled within the protective blankets was the size of a large cat and prior to Aries’ first encounter with it, he hadn’t even imagined that such beauty could exist. Curls of thick, silver hair fell down its back creating a shimmering mane and tail. Its horn was merely a pearly stump but nevertheless, the overall effect was baffling. The boy crept closer, intrigued but fearful; he did not dare touch it as not to contaminate it and each step that brought them closer together brought with it the dread he might ruin its innocence. The dirty, mangled materials it rested upon clashed horribly against the calf.
As he continued his mesmerising stare, the creature’s small, white eyelids raised and two large glassy eyes regarded him with fatigue. Aires blinked and withdrew his hand from his pocket, placing his outstretched fingertips close to the Unicorn. A plum, which had insulated heat from his sweaty hand, rolled onto the fabric and biffed the creature’s nose lightly. The boy carried on gawping as its marble eyes darted to the fruit and the stunning head retreated back slightly. The Unicorn had not eaten since Aires had found it, lost deep within the cavity in a cliff half a mile down the beach; He therefore unfortunately had no idea of what its diet could possibly consist of.
“No?” He breathed, and its tiny head jerked upwards, apparently startled by the sound.
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