[around the jungle deep and dark secrets, a small critter passed by. The thing of the size of a dog, perfect food for a hungry plant, not all flowers are delicate. It walks around as it steps into some random flower, a bigger than the rest, the dry breaking leaves sound echoes on the caves, something's coming. Big brown hooks pin on the walls, pulling with them a big and apparently delicate, but huge, pinked flower. It's closed, almost like a tulip, but a tulip that can kill anything in seconds. It turned down at the critter, before speaking]

"You sound indelicate, I assume I don't like it..."

[It's voice is female and soft, surely a female example we have there. The flower is angry, and wants to shove down some seeds down it's throat, she would surely be glad to.]