❝Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn into poetry. All the blood was never once beautiful, it was just red.❞
A story of a half breed, half human half demon, that walked the earth hated. She learned of selfishness and blood lust far soo...
"What have you done to me? I'm a unicorn? I'm a unicorn! I wish you had let the red bull take me.. I wish you had left me to the Harpy! I can feel this body dying all around me!"
" Everything dies, I want to die when YOU die. I'm no unicorn, no magical creature, I am human and I love you"
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Y/N, a simple girl whose beauty was whispered about in the village, moved through life with a gentle grace that seemed to draw the gaze of everyone around her. Her features, though unknown to those who merely admired her from afar, held an undeniable charm that resonated with warmth and kindness.
As she walked through the cobblestone streets, the world felt serene. The sun cast a golden hue over the rooftops, and the air was fragrant with the scent of blooming flowers from the nearby gardens. Children played in the streets, their laughter ringing like music, while neighbors exchanged friendly greetings. Y/N’s soft voice floated like a feather in the wind, soothing and melodic as she spoke to those she passed, sharing smiles and light-hearted banter.
Her days were woven with simple pleasures—visiting the bustling market filled with vibrant stalls, where she would pick out fresh produce and fragrant herbs. She would often stop to chat with the local vendors, their faces lighting up at her presence. Y/N had a way of making everyone feel seen and valued, her genuine interest in their lives endearing her to them all.
At home, life was equally simple yet fulfilling. She would cook nourishing meals, the aroma of herbs and spices filling the air, inviting her family to gather around the table. Evenings were spent beneath the starlit sky, sharing stories and laughter with loved ones, feeling a sense of belonging that warmed her heart.
In this idyllic life, Y/N found herself woven into the fabric of her village, her days a blend of routine and serendipity. The sun rose each morning to awaken the vibrant landscape around her, and she would often start her day with a stroll through the village, greeting everyone with a smile. Her laughter was a melody that resonated through the air, drawing the attention of the villagers who adored her.
One afternoon, while gathering herbs at the edge of the village, Y/N crossed paths with a striking figure. The man stood tall, with a calm demeanor and an intensity in his gaze that made her pause. His hair was a wild array of colors, and though he wore a simple outfit, there was an undeniable air of strength about him.
“Good afternoon,” she said, her voice soft like the rustle of leaves in the breeze. “Are you new to the village?”
The man offered a gentle smile, his eyes twinkling with warmth. “Just passing through. The beauty of this place caught my attention.” He paused, glancing around. “You must be a part of that beauty.”
