[Although the horse doesn't seem capable of moving (in fact, it seems almost stiffly frozen in place, apart from the subtle, spasmodic twitches making the neck and head jitter...), it snorts out a labored breath at her touch. A few drops of harsh red, bright against the old rust, spatter onto the floor of the carousel.]
[Not only is it alive, it's... very obviously in pain. Trapped and suffering... and a quick look around the ride will tell Rise without doubt that the other horses are suffering the same fate... prisoners of whatever horrible force was at work here.]
[The worst part is... there really doesn't seem to be anything she can do... How on earth would the poor creatures survive, even if they could somehow be removed from the giant hooks they hung from, and the gaudy frippery all over them?]
[Suddenly, a loud clank joins the cheerful carnival ditty, followed by a metallic groan... slowly, the ride is starting to move.]
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[Not only is it alive, it's... very obviously in pain. Trapped and suffering... and a quick look around the ride will tell Rise without doubt that the other horses are suffering the same fate... prisoners of whatever horrible force was at work here.]
[The worst part is... there really doesn't seem to be anything she can do... How on earth would the poor creatures survive, even if they could somehow be removed from the giant hooks they hung from, and the gaudy frippery all over them?]
[Suddenly, a loud clank joins the cheerful carnival ditty, followed by a metallic groan... slowly, the ride is starting to move.]