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."
Her eyes widened at the sight, lantern almost falling from her hand. There was no denying it, that was a u n i c o r n , as beautiful and spectacular as all the tales promise. Her ivory mane reflected in the moonlight, as if she was the source of all light itself. Her breath felt heavy, she swallowed it.
“Am I….am I dreaming?”
Foxes and wolf cubs danced within her eyes, diamonds and pearls glistened from her long mane ebbing any young princess to braid it. Her small heart shaped head dipped low to the young princess and she blinked large doe-like eyes.
“If you were, would it be a good dream?”
She was vaguely curious and had she been not a unicorn and instead a human, she felt she would have a smile upon her lips. The unicorn loved dreams.
