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Sura knew little about love, romance, or even mating in general, but just like pornography, she knew what it was when she saw it. Sura and her guardian, Ink, had taken Ink's female horse to be bred some time ago, and the horror of the event had lingered in Sura's mind. To any untrained mind, such as Suras, it would have appeared that a male horse had tried to clobber and wrestle down the female horse to death. Later, Ink had explained that this was how the two horses had loved each other, like how Ink cared for and loved Sura, but in a different, romantic way. Sura didn't see much romantic about what the horses had done, but the idea had taken ahold in her fragile mind and been a permeating throught for the last month or so. What if she could get someone to be romantic to her and love her? "Hawo fwower, you wubs me? Yah? You tells me how you wubs me nows? Yah? Why you not speakes ? You not wubs me at alls, dump dower!"(hover for translation) , Sura found herself sitting next to a flower, and as she spoke to it, it seemed neither to pay attention, nor to respond back. Frustrated at the flower's inability to love her, much less do anything at all, she hovered her paw over it, as if calculating her decision. When nothing more happened, she bore her entire weight into the paw and slammed it down onto the flower, thus stomping it out. When she lifted her paw again to see it, it was not a delicate flower anymore, but a blob of green. Sura knew from her previous romping around in Vinatta's garden that stomping on flowers caused them to wither immediately, and then to die. Of course, flowers died on their own after a period of time. But what if Sura withered and died just like flowers did? What if Sura died before she ever found anyone who would love her like the horses did, or how Ink loved her as a sister? " |
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