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."
For only the pure of h e a r t could see, whether unicorn or of an exotic horse, deep set eyes lingered complacently Upon the form of the other.