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."
The little red mouth parted open in revelation and awe as the majestic wonder before her bowed her snowy head, bidding the princess to climb atop her for a ride. She said she had seen Hana before, and the words summoned the dreams of days past, where the young girl had imagined seeing graceful equine in the blue moonlight when she stood on the balcony, unable to rest— perhaps those had not been dreams after all. She reached out towards the beauty, but her hand fell back again, afraid to touch in fear that she would disappear from caress so mortal and o r d i n a r y . “Good” was still so foreign to the unloved child, to call this prospect of riding a unicorn hers felt blasphemous.
“…this truly isn’t a d r e a m ? “
Large wide set eyes stared at the human as if she could see each and every crevace of this beings life; she had spent all her days in the lilac woods, watching. Rare to draw forth from her bed of soft grass and dew dampened green moss. The unicorns snout moved forward with such swift grace finding the hand that had fallen. Pressing a snout as soft as dandelions into the young princess’s small hand. "I am real.”
A gentle wind glistened like starlight upon the unicorns mane, kindly awaiting the child.