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."
Ragnar scratched his beard and tried to figure out how he was going to explain himself to Lagertha. “Good.” He said, though there was some tightness in his voice.
Amalthea looked to the other, “You’ve yet to speak your name, human’s have need of names. If not, then you are the first I have ever met in my long years of life who did not have a name.”
