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."
Though it was dark, the little princess was determined to reclaim what had been lost, tiny white hand clinging tightly to the lantern. At the sound of something stirring by the bushes, her breath quickened, and she raised the light. ”—Who’s there?”
The light illuminated upon the Unicorns body as if she were a star. Her fur as white as fresh snowfall, her horn gleaming as if it were made of mother pearl. Deep set eyes that had no reflections a midst what they saw in past years fold. Curious to the young princess who called, she came.