Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160605202324/@comment-5543592-20160608013016

The seats were barrels of most likely beer, leaving why Crimson called this his office best left to the imagination.

"Are you saying I don't have a heart of gold?" Crimson said, extending the bottle he'd pulled from the crate to her. "None of the good stuff in it, case you were worried."

"Well, if ya thought that, yer wrong." Crimson said, sitting down once he'd given Juliette the drink. "Unicorns are attracted to people with two things: Fame and personality.  Both of which, I've got a lot of.  If you don't have either and try to tame one..." He drew a line across his throat. "Then they kill ya.  That's step one of taming a unicorn.  Two, you have to teach to not kill everyone else.  Unicorns hate weapons, you draw a sword around one and it'll kill you.  Which is kind of funny, since a regular sword can't hurt them none, but magic, which they don't mind, can." He pulled at the lapels of his uniform, dusting them off.

"I spent years training Whistles to not attack everyone he saw in sight.  Unicorns naturally fear people, they typically bond with animals--fact, if you killed a deer or something around Whistles, he'd probably try and kill you in retribution.  And he's got good smarts to fear people.  The reason why I disguise him though is 'cause people'd want to steal him, or maybe kill him.  It's very rich prick's dream to own a horse of every breed and a Unicorn is the rarest one.  Sometimes, he might be even more valuable dead.  His pelt, hair, blood, bones, horn-- they're all worth a fortune.  But for a powerful Unicorn, like Whistles, it's more worthwhile to keep him alive.  He can grow a new horn in moments, and ya could make a fortune just having him grown new ones and selling them off him.  Which is mighty unhealthy for him, it'd put a lot of strain on his body, which is why I don't do it.  I only remove horns from him every few months or so, and rarely do I have him grow one."

"But you were wondering how got'im, well, it's a story about a boy and his horse.  Touching really, gets ya right in the heart.  It goes way back..." Crimson began, clearly, about to make something up.