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Unicorn/Lady Amalthea (the_unicorn) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

Amalthea gave a nod in return to the greeting, and then curiously glanced back over the board game as Olive informed her it was a giant board game. The word game was not strange to her, but she was left to assume this one was from some other strange place. It seemed this King was not without a sense of humor, he wish to keep this 'guests' entertained. The Unicorn was extremely bothered, but it did not show in the slightest on her face.

When Olive asked where she was from, the Unicorn chose to remain quiet for a few moments. "Far away ... even further from where I was taken. It has no name." She had not been home in such a long time, and thinking about her glade, and how winter must be settling in and her beloved creatures being exposed to the cold months. She longed terribly to be back home, to be safe in her woods. The Unicorn now knew it was folly to have ever left in the first place. She had been wrong to try and find the others, and to think she stood a chance against the red bull.

Her fragile looking arms wound tightly around her thin waist and dug into the lavender fabric. She could feel her skin tearing beneath, being in this body was still so sickening. How did humans do it?