Leyra's cloven hooves pawed at the snowy ground. Her frustration grew. Who does this thing think he is?! Leyra's sweetness had seeped right out of her. She snorted, the air from her nostrils appeared as smoke because of the cold weather.
Leyra was ready to attack. She reared up, her hooves slamming into the ground with such might and fury that ice fell from the ceiling. Leyra glared at the thing in disgust. A mutilated creature, probably used to be quite adorable, was now the walking piece of rotten flesh that stood before her.
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My weakness is that I care too much,
And my scars remind us the past is real
I tear my heart open, just to feel