Just a little something for someone:
With the door stood agape, she couldn't help but glance inside. Like a terrible shadow it rested beneath the hole it had punched through the roof. Its tattered and smouldering wings lying across the tortured back. The clawed feet reaching out in writhing agony. The hands scrabbling at the straw. The head slowly moving from side to side at the whinnying of terrified horses. She feared approaching, and yet feared running away more. She reached out, the horned head rose, and in a guttural gush of words it spoke.
“Please... Will you not help... a fallen one?”
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