Delicate things are pretty - cute, even,
but you are not delicate.
You are wild and lewd and unpredictable.
You are breathtaking.
You are beautiful.
To be honest, walking along a quiet forest path, one does not expect to stumble upon a murder scene. Certainly I had not. How does one react to such a thing?
That seems to be the question of the hour.
Let me start from the beginning. You see, I had simply been having a quiet stroll, meandering through the trees and humming a soft tune to myself, when a sound distracted me. First the murmur of voices, followed by the sounds of a scuffle and the crunch of… something. My young body is swift and lithe, able to wend easily and quickly through the trees, so like any curious young horse, I go to see what could possibly be happening.
It takes me a minute to comprehend the situation, but when I do, a gasp escapes me dark lips. Had I put a little more thought into it, I might have turned around and left. This is clearly none of my business and just as clearly not something I care to get tangled up in. Unfortunately, despite my extra eye, I don't have that much foresight.
Leaping forward, I thump against the flank of the larger, scarred stallion. “Stop that!” I shriek, though there really is no hope of my much smaller frame making too much of an impact. “You… are… killing… him!” Each word is punctuated by a thump, largely ineffective perhaps, but the best I can manage in the situation.
Giohde
I'm not sure what this is, but clearly she needs someone to torment her :|