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Mun is 41
MDNI
She/Her
Penned by #Lighthearted
A soft feminine voice spoke into his mind "Yes I am from the land across the seas, are you a magician sir?"
A soft feminine voice spoke into his mind "Yes I am from the land across the seas, are you a magician sir?"
"Name? I was once called Lady Amalthea if you need a name .... Robbie."
"Name? I was once called Lady Amalthea if you need a name .... Robbie."
She had watched once he had become king seeing him and his children and grandchildren till he had been just a footnote in history.
She had watched once he had become king seeing him and his children and grandchildren till he had been just a footnote in history.
She had loved him enough to hold off on the change when it took her.
Had loved him enough to fight when she lost him.
She had loved him enough to hold off on the change when it took her.
Had loved him enough to fight when she lost him.
To regret is to be human.
She had explained to Shmendrick once that unicorns did not feel as humans did that she did not feel love or longing or grief but she could feel sorrow from the 30,00 foot perspective.
To regret is to be human.
She had explained to Shmendrick once that unicorns did not feel as humans did that she did not feel love or longing or grief but she could feel sorrow from the 30,00 foot perspective.
She let out a whiney and raised up on her hind legs her horn shone impossibly bright. She radiated a magic older than human memory.
"Do you really wish to do that, wish for immortality?"
She let out a whiney and raised up on her hind legs her horn shone impossibly bright. She radiated a magic older than human memory.
"Do you really wish to do that, wish for immortality?"
Her long hair the only thing covering her body.
Her long hair the only thing covering her body.
She tossed her head like all unicorns she knows she is beautiful, a bit vain but all of it true.
She tossed her head like all unicorns she knows she is beautiful, a bit vain but all of it true.
Sweet prince you held my heart you still do....
Sweet prince you held my heart you still do....
"Take rest, you are safe here."
A voice soft like a whisper, old like the moon and distinctly feminine.
"Take rest, you are safe here."
A voice soft like a whisper, old like the moon and distinctly feminine.
On her head not a bruise but a mark, like that of a flower adorned her fair and fresh face as she hugged herself.
On her head not a bruise but a mark, like that of a flower adorned her fair and fresh face as she hugged herself.