The last unicorn roleplay account. Novella; Literate; super chill mun
“The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone. She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night."
I found the graphic novel of The Last Unicorn on Ibooks today. u___u There is a threshold of sadness that I can carry, but wow, I forgot how depressing everything is. ;m; Especially for Lir. I wish I had a Lir to roleplay with, just to face that moment of, “I dreamt of you and you did not say a word. You would not speak to me.” What could Amalthea even say? Images from the novel below the cut.