User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2015-2016/@comment-7562999-20151218060023

SH stays close to Goldfin. "It'll be alright...I know it."

The orange stallion eventually comes to a lone cabin. It is a rotten, rundown building. The door is coverered in broken police tape. The orange stallion smiles. "It's time to start the fun."

A shadow flits through the trees behind the stallion. Something is stalking him from the trees. The stallion glances behind him. Something is off...something is different...

Then, something bursts from the trees. The figure tackles the orange stallion and holds him to the ground...a changeling with golden eyes. "Good evening...How are you doing?"

???: "Who are you?"

GH: "Who am I? Who I am is not important. What you are...that is far more imparative to my goals. What were you going to do in that cabin?"

???: "N-nothing. I swear."

GH: "Nothing? You swear to that?"

???: "Yes."

GH: "You aren't swearing to me. SWEAR TO ME!"

Goldenheart presses her knife against the stallion's throat. "WHAT WERE YOU GOING TO DO IN THE SHED?"

???: "I was going to finish toturing a foal I abducted five months ago."

Goldenheart sneers. "And the truth comes out. You've abducted five others too over many years. I've heard of you, Chain Link. I've heard much...Torture using hooked chains...You are a monster."

The stallion's eyes are filled with fear. "Please don't turn me in."

GH: "Oh, I'm not going to do that."

Chaink Link: "You aren't?"

GH: "No...I have something better."

Goldenheart jerks the blade sharply across his throat, and blood wells up from the slash. "I want you to watch your own life's blood drain out on the grass."

Goldenheart leaves the flailing stallion and walks up to the cabin door. She looks for a way to break in...

Gungnir: "I think I found some Imp Stool."