Also from The Last Unicorn, by Peter S. Beagle:

"[The Red Bull] was the color of blood, not the springing blood of the heart but the blood that stirs under an old wound that never really healed. A terrible light poured from him like sweat, and his roar started landslides flowing into one another. His horns were as pale as scars.... He had been huge when she first fled him, but in the pursuit he had grown so vast that she could not imagine all of him. Now he seemed to curve with the curve of the bloodshot sky, his legs like great whirlwinds, his head rolling like the northern lights. His nostrils wrinkled and rumbled as he searched for her, and the unicorn realized that the Red Bull was blind."

It's harder than you might think to make a giant, demonic bull out of balloons without it just looking cuddly.

The whole story behind this sculpture can be read here.


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