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."
█▌ℭ.▐— ❝ Finally —— sun. ❞ The demon tips his face toward the brilliant circle overhead. His aura practically crackles as it takes in the great amount of excess heat & light flowing over his form. ❝ Why’s the world need winter? It should jus’ stick t’summer. ❞
Immortal or not, she still enjoyed watching others, and this one was interesting enough to capture her doe-like eyes for the moment passing.
“In my woodlands, they said it was spring forever, and forever it shall be wherever I go.” Perhaps she was quite vain in making a comment, but the truth was not vain, the truth was truth.
