Tetra had never known fear like it in all her life. She knew she was different, a freak, and she knew deep down that she would suffer her whole life for it. But she would never have believed she would be hunted for her fur, like some kind of animal. Oh the irony! What was she on about? Of course she was an animal! But she has a human heart and mind, doesn't that count for something?
Looking at the faces of the advancing huntsmen, no, probably not. And what about this wee blonde boy, a child still, who has come to her defence? He seems terrified of her. But wait, is that terror, or unease and disgust?
Oh no. Tetra hopes against all that is mightly that this youngster did not just say that. Whats wrong with him? He is obviously no match for these men! The horsemen, of which there were 3, halted a little distance from the pair. They listen to the upstarts speach, and laugh. Move out of the way, boy, and let us kill this freak of nature. I will rest well tonight when the coat of that offence to god is hanging on my wall.
Tetra visibly shuddered. Yes, she had heard it all many times, yet each time it still cut like a knife. She lets out a deep sigh, and her large brown eyes look into the blue eyes of her attempted saviour. Resigning herself to her fate, she takes a small step towards the men, and holds her head high, her chestnut and white mane blowing on the gentle breeze. Thank you, my friend, but you should go now. You do not want to see this.
She turns and faces the horsemen, head held high, and prepares for the end.