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The People to Follow
Another obnoxious thing about being lost in Mushroomia was that no dead being besides Beater seemed the least bit interested in him. Beautiful dead creatures of every type imaginable wandered through Mushroomia with zen, contented expressions on their faces, sometimes in pairs or small groups, but most often alone. And even when they were in groups, there was no small talk. Pairs did not exchange lurid whispers but rather just walked together in the same direction. So it wasn’t even as if Tibault could have some fun with anyone else.
Tibault was beginning to get a bit bored, just wandering around lost. He had flown high and swum low and no matter where he went, he kept getting turned around and seeing unfamiliar faces. He wondered if there were many spiritual planes within Mushroomia. Creatures were dying all the time and while only a small percentage were exceptionally beautiful, beautiful creatures from many planets still made up a large number of dead. It made sense that there would be multiple planes to Mushroomia. And since he wasn’t really supposed to be here, it also made sense that Mushroomia might be, in a sense, trying to expel him. If only it would spit him out entirely. He wondered if Beater were looking for him.
“Find your purpose,” kept running through Tibault’s mind. His purpose was to be out there in the universe, exploring new planets and peoples and spreading the wonder of his presence everywhere he went. Yes, that meant that he had many offspring all over the universe, but it wasn’t only that he was a “horny” unicorn. Many of his lovers asked if they could try to have a baby by him. They wanted their progeny to be blessed with many of the magical abilities unique to unicorns and their kin.
The old school of thought was that unicorns like Tibault should be sterilized and permanently expelled from the home planet because they were diluting the wonder and power of their unicorn blood. Thankfully for Tibault, a new more progressive leadership council was in place, and it wasn’t so shameful to have half-breed progeny. Still, he was something of an outsider among unicorn circles. He liked exploring a little too much--exploring celestial bodies and the bodies that inhabited them. Other unicorns were much too stuffy about other species.
If Tibault were in charge, the home planet would be open to visitors and unicorns would be trading resources and knowledge all over the universe. But he understood the history that had led to unicorns’ extreme privacy, and was only happy to be in a time period where the rules were becoming less and less stringent.
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