This character has its own history. I apologize in advance for errors in translation. I tried.
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Rain silent and gloomy rustled in the night streets of the empty city. Water is slowly dripping from the pavement into the road, directly into the sewer, as if trying to flood all life that was still trying to survive in these icy waters. Cold midnight had created a kind of mourning among the gray walls of the city, which continued to beat someone's soul.
She was torn, half-alive, clung with a kind of stubborn hope for the continuation of its existence. Although this existence and strive to end at any minute. Heavy sighs, shortness of breath and completely exhausted body did not leave any chance of her survival. And even then, only numerous red eyes still blazed a spark of life, struggle. Those eyes did not seem to understand what was happening, who all these strange people in black cloaks surrounding their body close to the side. They continued to rush and to transfer the eye in different points randomly chosen to compete. At some point the white creature, vaguely similar to linolevuyu the horse tried to rise. However, this attempt did not go beyond banal muscle contraction. Wet wings could no longer fly, continuing to observe the same red eyes darted to and fro people, who just went about his business. Some stayed with the others, borculo something in a strange language, nodded, respectfully bowed his head, grinned. But none of their traffic is not readable and compassion lying in the side of the body, the desire to help, to fix. The only thing they did was put red as the blood of cloves over and around creatures, like a living monument. Scarlet eyes did not delve into the essence of what is happening, and just continued to watch. Because the forces to anything else did not remain. The same rich stream of color carnations slowly and slowly dragged through the water towards the drain, continuing to carry them somewhere under the ground.

On the main road fled to the crowd. She came to the fair, which is open in honor of a local holiday. Parents like black silhouettes from the shadows with glowing white eyes, pulled his small and reticent children. Everyone wanted to see the festival, and to attend fun events, buy square lanterns for your home, try the delicious caramel apples. And, of course, many laid flowers to the "monument", which was the reason for the whole celebration. Still alive. One of a kind. Though, because still nobody has been able to meet.

Red eyes gradually calmed down, sighs became less jerky and harsh. And muffled the voice of the speaker is more insistent, repeating the same phrase every five minutes. Without end. Long ears are already sluggishly turned to the source of the noise, slowly relaxing and closer to the ground. Only a sharp and loud sound of the beginning of the routine phrases could get them to alihotsy in the old position. Each time getting weaker and weaker. Sleepy. Sleep peacefully noisy under the rain, the soothing sound of the drops. As lullaby. Quiet fragrance of carnations around gently enveloped and lured a comforting recently scared the establishment like the warm embrace of the mother. Each cell. Every organ. Together with the heart. Voice broadcasting was already barely audible under the influence of darkness around. A couple of quiet sighs, the sound. And the water ceased to be painted red.

"We are very pleased to welcome You at the fair! Today is a special day, because we managed to recover and return to our world red flowers that have disappeared from the planet already about a century! The blood of this rare and one of a kind animal, indeed, can do miracles!"