Season: Fall
Time Of Day: Late Afternoon, Sun is beginning to set
Weather: It is cool outside, the wind is moderately blowing, wisps of clouds roll through the sky
Setting: Apon a high and rocky cliff lays a towering castle that was cut from the stone and a single narrow winding path leads to the gates that surround the castle. Below the castle lays a narrow beach and the ocean. There is a small village that looks towards the castle, grim and bleak with barren fields that have already been harvested and thatched roof buildings dotting the land scape. A dense forest rumored to hide evil beings encircles the south, east and west of the village on top of a crested hill. The road cuts through the village and to the woods.
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"Will you be venturing out this evening M'Lady?" a raspy old voice asked as the Lady Amalthea gazed out over the ocean from the outlook of her room high within the castle walls. White hair whipped in the wind, amethyst eyes seemed hollow even staring at the marvels below, and pale flesh seemed to move not with each shallow breath she drew through her thin nose.
"I will," her willowy voice answered quietly as long fingers curled against the roughly cut stone of the ledge that separated her from the oblivion below. The older woman nodded, straw matted colored hair being brushed back from warm brown eyes and a large nose. "Molly, who am I?" The lady asked as she stood there unmoving.
"You are the Lady Amalthea," Molly answered. Amalthea gave a short nod before turning and gathering the folds of her lilac gown between her thin fingers as she moved back into her room and through the castle. The way she moved on soft shoed feet was with poise and grace befitting what she truly was even though she remembered those days not. Each turn of her head, sway of her hip and flash of her neck gave her away to any that knew what a unicorn was but none did anymore, for she was the last.
Time Of Day: Late Afternoon, Sun is beginning to set
Weather: It is cool outside, the wind is moderately blowing, wisps of clouds roll through the sky
Setting: Apon a high and rocky cliff lays a towering castle that was cut from the stone and a single narrow winding path leads to the gates that surround the castle. Below the castle lays a narrow beach and the ocean. There is a small village that looks towards the castle, grim and bleak with barren fields that have already been harvested and thatched roof buildings dotting the land scape. A dense forest rumored to hide evil beings encircles the south, east and west of the village on top of a crested hill. The road cuts through the village and to the woods.
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"Will you be venturing out this evening M'Lady?" a raspy old voice asked as the Lady Amalthea gazed out over the ocean from the outlook of her room high within the castle walls. White hair whipped in the wind, amethyst eyes seemed hollow even staring at the marvels below, and pale flesh seemed to move not with each shallow breath she drew through her thin nose.
"I will," her willowy voice answered quietly as long fingers curled against the roughly cut stone of the ledge that separated her from the oblivion below. The older woman nodded, straw matted colored hair being brushed back from warm brown eyes and a large nose. "Molly, who am I?" The lady asked as she stood there unmoving.
"You are the Lady Amalthea," Molly answered. Amalthea gave a short nod before turning and gathering the folds of her lilac gown between her thin fingers as she moved back into her room and through the castle. The way she moved on soft shoed feet was with poise and grace befitting what she truly was even though she remembered those days not. Each turn of her head, sway of her hip and flash of her neck gave her away to any that knew what a unicorn was but none did anymore, for she was the last.