Monster's Curse

Tame slowly opened the door with surprising amounts of ease and peered in, only to find a dessert. He stepped back, but some sort of force pushed him into the scalding hot sand. He was on his feet in a second. A quick scan of his surrounding revealed nothing, but that didn’t meant there wasn’t anything. Harpies? Sand worms? Dust devils?

As he continued to look, no such monster came to devour him. Instead, he swore a mirage had appeared in the form of a weak purple mare lying in the sand. He raced over to her. She wore a light brown dress that lay in tatters over her voluptuous body. He blushed at the almost revealed breasts and fair waist, but thanked the exposed fur and skin for it was the only reason he had made the unicorn out amongst the plain desert backdrop. Tame placed a hand gently onto her shoulder and she looked up at him. “Help… me.”

He nodded furiously and tried to pull her closer while gently shaking her to make sure she stayed conscious. “What is wrong? Do you need water, food?” He glanced behind him and felt a chill run through him as there was no door. Another dimension? No, that’s impossible. A necromancer couldn’t do something like that. Unless, unless I was wrong. He glanced back at mare and felt a chill run up his spine.

“Poison. Leg… need help.” She lifted her leg and he swallowed hard as the dress pushed up because of the motion the fur being revealed now came closer and closer to her crotch. He could also see two holes though, just above her fetlocks, and black discoloration around the wound.

Tame’s mind flashed to his survival training, but he didn’t know what bit her. All he could try to do was suck the poison out, but that could end up killing him.

Suck on the wound

Leave the mare to her fate.