[Like a b r o k e n Toy ... *]

[[Everything in Heaven & Hell*]]

*His optics caressed the lands,his fin being blown around in the wind,the clouds were covering the sky,not a speak of blue,red or sunset was visible,a light drizzle started,dampening the oily skin the brute wore.The brute snorted blowing out streams of warm air,the brute lifted a dirt encrusted dagger,before swinging his scaly tail around,the scar made the gleam of the scales split.The blue-ish gleam made him smile,he was of royal blood,a pure blood,not a filthy half-blood,he couldn't believe that the Kelpies had bred with normal horses! He growled in anger at the thought and broke nto a slight trot.

*His name was Vondaun Von,or if he cared,Von,but he didn't so it was always Vondaun,but now it was hard to tell the blue spots from the bruises. He would've been sore if he wasn't used to it. But no matter what, it hurt. Deeper than they'd ever get. Deeper than his heart. A pain that inflicted his soul. With the blood of a Kelpie,he was supposed to be strong, but a common misconception was often made,he wasn't strong,the scars along his flanks proved that.His eyes were formed like balls of fire,black in the center,red,orange and yellow around the edges,making it seem like they were on fire.He was crazed.Everyone knew that around his life.He grinned slightly,he was here,he was a killer of minxes,pure torturer.He had been told about this land where minxes often went to escape,he had set his mind on finding this 'Paradise' but he had found an empty land,save for a few rabbits,so he had stayed,he wanted to kill those normal mares,and breed with a half-blood kelpie or full blood,but he didn't care,any thing to carry his bloodline on.

*he rain had since stopped as Vondaun came to a small river,he smiled before diving into the water,the water surging up to meet him the gills working over time as he slowed his breathing,he flicked his tail splashing the water a little,his medium frame fitted snugly into the water,another kelpie could swim beside him.He'd like that,someone to talk to,someone to have a little company with.He sighed slightly and dipped his crown under the water,the water blurred things for a moment before settling down in his eyes.

[cola236]

.:50 cannot bring me down:.
.:But a single shot:.
.:Shall kill me:.

.:Use the trigger:.
.:Fire that gun:.
.:I've fed up now:.
.:You've had you're fun:.

.:Come on and get it over with:.
.:Save the torment:.
.:I've seen it all before:.

.:Just pull that trigger man:.
.:Just kill me:.

.:Just kill me:.

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.:Half blood. Half breed. Mongrol, filth, disgusting. Litter for the trashcan, newspaper for the bin. Yeah yeah, don't give me that crap. Just chuck her flipping in. She wasn't exactly worth much, as she thudded to the ground. A coat of white, but dusty, so that it almost looked dull brown. Her mane was also white, or gre as experts say. And once again, she would reply her same old usual wa. Yeah yeah, don't give me that crap. I've heard it all before. And just below her filthy pelt, lay markings, red and blue. Tribal dies and streaks in mane, stood out bright red, pale blue. And now it was even more covered, for her fall brought up the earth. Settled on her hide thickly, a layer of muck again. It wasn't her fault, she'd tripped and fell headfirst. She was not klutch, just slightly tired. T'was the reason for her fall. Don't yell or snarl, or snap at her, or even do nasty calls. Lacrimosa may be slightly amusing, in your eyes alone. To ones slightly...more sensitive? She's mearly not as able, to stand upon her own two feet in the times of trouble. Oops, here we go, I was quite rude. That was a pun indeed. I know t'was dumb, and rather sill, but amusing still for me! And here she goes, arises now. Stands up against her burden. Which on closer expection apears to be, and nettle on her neck. And walking now, so grumpy, yes. But nevertheless is moving. At least she isn't staying still, 'cos come now, it'd be boring! There's more to laugh at as she walks, her half breed ees quite wild. And blazing glare she turns on us, an evil, gazing stare. She really does not like us much, for inward we may be. Her thoughts and brain, that's us, oh yes! No wonder she's in pain! Her thoughts are mad with little cells, being stupid so. And worst of all, just her luck, she cannot make us go. 'Cos she criticises herself, you see, controlling us herself. It isn't us being independant, it's her yelling at herself. Oh, she's ugly, stupid, dumb. She's obviously so idiotic! So lets all laugh at Laccy girl, cause her more pain again.

.:She's turning us off now, so bye everyone. We're glad you had a share of the fun! Some of her own narrative now, farewell from braincells 1,2,3. Let us see what her fate shall be, for the stag that is quite near! Oh yes, do I sense fear?:.

.:Turn the bloody commentry off:.