Poor Rainbow.

wow...nice work man...you seem to be handling this topic well. I can understand why this was hard for you to write and you pulled though and made it work.
Keep it up man. Your doing good.

I wish I could bring that griffin back to life so I could kill him again myself, after putting him through the most awful things my mind can imagine and trust me, you DON'T want to know what those are.

Ah, I see now that scum still inhabits the Everfree. No doubt this is common. When I was younger I had a bought with a minotaur. Bastard creatures that they are.

4359103 I'd find his soul in the afterlife and destroy it. His kind deserve no mercy.

I would make a spell just specifically for him no no... It so I could kill him slowly over and over again.

That little spark of reluctance, which made this chapter hard to read/write?

hang on to that. that's what makes you human.

Oh, that spark left me long ago...

man i dont think i could write something so dark and sad without tearing up.

Gulping back bile, Rainbow Dash darted back to the bed, hooves shaking as she struggled to make it appear like she was never there. This bed wasn’t like her master’s bed. His bed was a firm, hard thing- built for griffons. But it was so much more forgiving than the cool wood floor she usually slept on, and with the foal coming… The foal. Lightning raced up her spine, and Rainbow turned to vomit heavily onto the floor. No, no… now she’d have to clean that up too. The foal. The foal. The words lingered in Dash’s mind, battering away every little defense she tried to throw up in its way. The mental images of a little colt… but with a massive, leering face of her master… A clawing, screaming…

Ahh, Pure Blood mein friend i have a request to make of you...