My God. What have you done. Look what your careless hands have wrought. Each moment this unnatural beast lives is like a thousand years of misery. Look in its brown eyes. It longs for death. Select the pistol, and then, select your horse.
uboni said: My God. What have you done. Look what your careless hands have wrought. Each moment this unnatural beast lives is like a thousand years of misery. Look in its brown eyes. It longs for death. Select the pistol, and then, select your horse.