The coast seems to stretch on for miles in either direction.  The ocean itself has receded some and the tide has not yet rolled in.  The water laps half-heartedly at the sand and the glistening shades of seashells dot the wet sand.  All around the sand gleams a shade of white.
Coast, Shore
a deer
unicorn hunters
I am a unicorn hunter who is very brave and loyal . I travel around the world looking for unicorns . I eat unicorn meat and take the horns for magic.
Excuse me, deer... Have you perhaps seen any unicorn about this shore? If you seek to hunt my mistress, you are too late, hunter. The Red Bull, at the behest of the king, has driven them all into the sea. Look out upon the waves. That is not foam but their manes as they struggle against the tide. The Red Bull hast struck again! Drowning the wealth of unicorns and with it, their magic and potent horns! Do you mean to say no other unicorns in these lands are left? Why do you think that I do not run from you? Without the unicorn's presence, soon the land will be barren and lifeless. I will say, though perhaps I am merely chasing hope, the face that the land still blooms might mean that there is one last unicorn. This is unwise of you to suggest such a thing to a hunter, foolish dear... What is to stop me from committing your slaughter and seeking the last unicorn for myself? If these few spring blooms indicate a final magical beast, than its blood belongs to Man. I only say this because I know it to be false. If there were a last unicorn, she would do all in her power to stop this. That she has not means that either there are no more unicorns or that she has been bewitched by one stronger than you. Tell me more information, beast! Tell me how to find this bewitched creature or face certain death! You are short sighted even for a human. First tell me what you intend to do once the forests are gone and the land is barren. What will you eat? The dirt? The sand? This seashell? Kill me if you must ! I am already resigned to my fate. What will I eat? Where will I roam? GOD will sustain me. GOD will lead me. GOD will show me the path. You will die, surely, and when you do, there will be no eternal life in your bleak existence. For me, even if I were to starve my mortal flesh upon sand and earth and sea water alone, I shall live on forever. There is only now one hope for you and I both. The poultice made of unicorn horn grants those who consume it eternal life and freedom from starvation. Perhaps, if you were to lead me to this last unicorn, we could partake together. You offer to upset the balance of nature, that which you believe your God created, and yet you think God will smile upon this endeavor? Hunter! The only way that I would go with you on your journey is if you wore my hide! Kill me or leave me in my mourning! I grow more and more tired of you humans by the second! God does not create eternity on Earth just to scorn those who seek it! This is your last chance to join me! This is your last chance to survive the coming oblivion. I grow tired of this! If you'll not see reason, then I will force your hand!