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."
That look on her face had him halt, the duras’ eyes widening as he recalled a memory all too familiar. It was that look on her face. For just one moment, he felt as though he had returned to a time long ago, a time when he was happy. The sorrow, the pain in her voice, it reminded him so much of… —No. It was not her.
❝…I see.❞ Luka was short of words, shifting uncomfortably as he retracted back into a calm state. ❝What is your name?❞
I once had no use of a name, I never needed one.“ She answered with pressed lips, the sudden rush of emotions unfelt by the stressed being was too much. When she had been iher true form, she was strong and wise- she was brave and now it fleeted from her as if she were water being poured upon fire.
She needed to be strong now, whatever was to happen though she stepped upon the shattered remains of a sharp regret, she needed her strength. She had left her woods, she had ruined all the lives to which she protected - it was the cost for her journey, and now all she could do was not cry or sucumb to such grief. Instead, she needed to be strong for her kind. For her Unicorn’s for she most certainly could not be the last.
"Amalthea.” Tall and elegant with moonlight silver hair she held onto her arms.
Luka was silent for a moment, quirking a brow at the light haired woman. One sentence, and already she was listed as strange in his books. He had no intentions of harming her, and there was no reason to. Although… he’s curious what the worst that she spoke of was. ❝You assume too quickly,❞ the duras retorted, ❝you are no threat to me, nor am I to you.❞
Amalthea watched with large amethyst eyes that glistened as if she was still once more within the lilac woods. Uncertain if she could trust anyone, for she had vaguely trusted the companionship of a sorcerer who more or less stripped the immortal of her life. “ "Oh,” she recoiled, experiencing an all too familiar notion of regret. “I could hardly be of threat to anything anymore.” Sullen were her words as she graced him with a feeble smile.
