The lightening sky wasn't doing anyone any favors. It just brought the slaughter out in stark relief. The pale white bodies seemed to glow, inevitably drawing one's eyes. It was impossible to pretend that they were just sleeping. The signs of violence were too numerous to ignore.
One by one, people began appearing on the hillside next to the small, huddled party that had already arrived. Some, Karla knew. Others
, she didn't. It didn't matter to her. All that mattered was that they were here.
They were going to help her try to stop this madness. Friend or annoyance or complete stranger, they all had her gratitude
When they had all arrived, the purple portals closing into a tired-looking Raven, she raised her hands--
--And that was when the unicorns struck.( When Unicorns Attack! )
"If you're not sure if the person you bump into is a friend, say you're with the Lady again. If they have no response, they're probably here to murder more unicorns. Feel free to dispatch them as you see fit."
"She means kill them," Lucivar growled.
"No I don't," Karla corrected. "...Much. Look, so long as you protect the unicorns, I don't care how you do it."[Much of this was taken from, you guessed it, Anne Bishop's Heir to the Darkness, origami'd for our own playground.
Please hold for OCD and copious sobbing as I try to figure it all out OCD up if minimal.]