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Words, pointless words, spoken upon ears that could not break them into meaning. They just ran about to the back of her mind, gently pouring themselves down a slow drain, taking their precious time to reach a confined soul. Nothing truly made sense, it was just there. Like the short, chocolate body of Kri. Her guard. How awful and disgusting it may be to be in her presence it was almost as if Elizabeth was beaten into submission. Beaten into a true reality. Where her fiery, impatient, and brutal spirit was knocked right from her. Though it was all a trap. Truly she felt disgusted and crawled even further into her hole.
Perhaps slaying her father was unfortunate. He always seemed to race through her mind and haunt her dreams at night. All he had to do was give away his throne but he chose to fight for it, knowing he would die. He stood for his belief in equality, while his own army of unicorns began to feel they were the best. The only true specimens out there. Going behind his back and forceably beating these wretched thoughts into the innocent minds of young foals, upcoming warriors, and the old bats. Maybe they had gone too far and spoiled the mind of a powerful being. Made a mistake and didn't realize the havoc they caused. She wasn't someone born into racism, those are rather weak, she was beaten into racism. Trained into racism. That was all she knew. There was no choice. No upside or turn away.
Maybe the chocolate pegasus was right, being the gentler of the two worked better. Think about this, if you have slain someone they are no longer a problem. No longer a force you need to worry about. If you tire them and have them kneel, there is a chance they will come back stronger than ever. This chance is one Elizabeth was trained to never take. It was die or die. Kill or kill. Beat or beat. Murder or murder. No choices involved. Not one hope for them. "Perhaps." the tone, dry and bitter. Tasteless, careless. Distant and rather slow in reply. Formless in hope, hateful in mindset. She didn't care.
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Rebel Souls, Deserters They Call [Kri/Open]
