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.▐— Calcifer tipped his head to the side, cracking open a single eye to regard the speaker. A grin spread across his features & the purple - red hue of his irises seemed to glow with a subdued & swirling light. ❝ Heh, maybe you should stay f’r awhile. I’d visit myself, but ’m not someone you’dwant around trees. ❞ His tone is leisurely, drawn out slightly by the rays beating down upon him. One could say that he was quite amiable for once. ❝ Who’re you? ❞
A trill of laughter suddenly escaped her lips, he was so odd! One eye open to look at her? Amalthea inclined her head, a long flowing mane of moonlight silver cascaded down her form.
“You would like me to stay?” She questioned, before a slight shock hit her, forgetting she was within a glimmer of magic that showed her as a human rather than a Unicorn.
█▌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.