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."
“Why do you apologize?” Ragnar turned to her, glancing at her fair hair but avoiding her dark eyes. “Beauty and gentleness follow you. You have contributed nothing to my - problems.” Sorrows was too melodramatic a word for the Earl. “It is what I have lost that pains me.”
Amalthea rekindled, like a warm flame blown by wind. Her fingers found his mane of hair that was braided and she thought for a moment how odd it still looked before turning her hand to her side. “You are right, they do follow me, but… It is–,” she withered in spirits and drew her gaze downwards to the sea once more. She could not smile, not truly. ‘I apologize for I watched. I am watching and I will always watch. I shall watch you and your family live, love, fight and die, i shall know my Lir to be dead, I shall know My friends passed– All to say I have freed the unicorns only to be hunted by mankind for selfish reasons.’
