She's just so amazing. Everything about her should be praised from her beautiful red mane to her lemonade like fur. I can't help but watch, due to my own fear of spontaneously combusting by her beauty. Even now I run a risk.

I only watch her from the outskirts of her view, her not leaving mine as I sit in the background.

(This story will be written in a new type of style I'm trying to produce involving poetic undertones and not-so long chapters. There will be future appearances from the cast and longer chapters in the future)