User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-7562999-20151108015025

Goldenheart makes her way out of town, deciding not to go to the train station. She wants to take her time in getting back. She needs time to think about how to get through this time of her life. She doesn't even notice the trench coat donning stallion tailing her. The Gunslinger draws one of his revolvers and aims it at the back of Goldenheart's rear right leg. Goldenheart stops. Something is wrong. She turns around at the same moment the Gunslinger fires his shot. Goldenheart tries to dodge the bullet, but it catches her in the left foreleg. She falls to the ground in pain. Gunslinger walks up to the downed stallion. "Well, Ah guess yur cloud of happiness just dissolved into the unforgiving wind."

Goldenheart snarls. "YOU!"

Gunslinger: "Yes, me. Ah'm here to...Ah, whatever. Ah'm here to take you back to Appleloosa and sell ya."

GH: "SELL ME!?"

The Gunslinger smiles coldly. "There is a large business in pony trafficking. Ah could fetch a few bits for a mare like yurself."

GH: "You are sick!"

The Gunslinger laughs. "Spoken like a true, half-breed."

GH: "Half-breed?"

Gunslinger: "Please. You are physically different from the last Ah saw ya. You've obviously been messing too heavily with potions."

GH: "H-how-?"

Gunslinger: "Never you mind. No potion is able to transform someone completely into another species. You are a hybrid changeling. An interesting mix. Ah guess that only makes you half-dead."