You know if I wanted someone to correct me on what I say, then I'll ask for it. His correction of racist and spiciest was answered with a very annoyed eye roll. The point I was making was simple â€" you're judging me on something I cannot control. Excuse me for being a little princess pony. I am so sorry my dainty little hooves went clip-clop on your floorboards. It must be such a terrible inconvenience for you, does my horsey smell not appease you Sir? Well look at that your nasty little scowl isn't going to scare me. Oh no, you're going to have to do better than that! I guess it would be pretty surprising that my curt tone holds a hint of venom in my voice when I speak about the one who created me. That's right buddy. I don't like my so-called Master. Surprise, Surprise! I'm not a mole. I'm not someone sneaking in here to get intel. I wasn't sent here for any sort of mission. I'm just here to be around my kind and ponder my life choices as I celebrate an important day of mine. I know I am nothing more than a worthless pawn in this game of his, so if you really want to take me out, go on ahead. I don't mind it when he inquires on whether or not I believe that Frost didn't mean to bite me. I've been thinking that for a long time now. I don't know if he was wanting me to be a Were-Horse or not. I mean was I some sort of project he had and then didn't want anymore? Was I still considered a project of his. I don't know, but I will keep these thoughts to myself. Instead I'll let Mister Kitty know what I'm thinking, but not necessarily everything I'm thinking. There are just some things I want to keep to myself for now.

"I don't know, you weren't there. There was this other horse he charged at me, Frost came out of nowhere. I managed to get out of the skirmish, but I got bit by him. He didn't seem pleased with the other horse. I've never seen the other horse since then. So, yea I know what you're thinking that all sounds like a set-up, but like I said you weren't there. He helped me on my first night of changing, and each month from then on until I left. I thought when I left he would come and at least made sure I shifted correctly, or that I was okay, but he didn't.

You know I haven't been a Were long enough to understand what was socially acceptable or not within the community, but I am pretty sure that Frost was supposed to at least help me. Although I guess both of us are aware that he isn't one of those stand-up guys. Casually I take another drink knowing quite well that my time is just about up being here. I don't need his sympathy. I didn't ask for it. I wasn't here wanting advice. I already had it all figured out. Stay living in the stables, work with the horses and learn from them what I'm supposed to do. Make sure I allow the Dark Hunters to train me to what they want me to do. Oh, and don't bite anyone and let them suffer the way I did. Yep, I got this all figured out. I have no idea if being a Were extended my life span or not, but I think I have a decent plan. It's not glamorous, it's not perfect, but at least it keeps me alive. And isn't that all that really matters? I can't help it, but cringe when I hear him loudly call out to everyone.

Well, this is pretty damn awkward. Here I am sitting and the entire Ark went silent and all eyes are on me. Nope. Don't like this, don't like this at all. Although I hardly show it. Instead I sit up straight, looking very defiant, because if I'm going to be thrown out and made a fool publicly, I might as well look pretty damn good like I'm some sort of badass criminal that has an extensive long rap sheet. The next works that tumble out does allow me to feel just a tiny bit relieved. So, I wasn't going to be thrown out...yet. Woo hoo! Okay so shots for everyone, yes everyone cheer yay, I can't help, but smile. There you go strangers, I Calliel, am giving you free shots thanks to Mister Pretty Eyes over here. Wait a minute, clear the ring? WHAT DO YOU MEAN CLEAR THE RING? I cannot help, but eye him carefully, as I respond to him. Man does he sure love to do mansplaining, all men LOVE to explain to women how to do things.

"I know how to take a shot, thank you very much."

Expertly I toss the glass back and happily swallow the amber liquid. See, I am capable of doing things believe it or not. It's his demand that I follow him that makes me a bit wary. I mean he said clear the ring. What the hell does that mean? Quietly I follow him as I hear his patrons cheer or holler as we go by. Oh, well look at that he wants me to watch him fight up close? Sure, why not, I don't think that's a bad idea. Wait a minute he's looking at me with the rope lifted upwards. Hold up, is he expecting me to get in there. JESUS, MARY, AND JOESPH. NO FUCKING WAY. ABOSUTELY NO FUCKING WAY. THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL I'M GOING IN THAT RING, EVER. Casually I shake my head, completely not liking this idea. If this was his way of me leaving, then fine, I give up, I'm ready to go.

"You know on second thought, I'm perfectly fine with you kicking me out."

Oh fuck now there are people me shoving me forward. No people, no. I am a god damn horse. I am going to die. I don't know how the hell he thinks I can shift without the full moon, I mean really HE can help me. What bullshit. Bull-fucking-shit. No. No. No. I cannot help how I fold my arms across from me. I do not like how others are watching us and I don't really like the look of this ring. Hell to the fuck no. I ain't gonna die today. It's his offer of a free shot that does peek my interest slightly. Mustering all the courage I could get I move forward and climb on in, turning around and glaring at him. My voice holds a very firm tone and yet there is that very hint of fear of what is to come.

"A free shot of what? Punching you in the face for putting me here?"

If I'm going to die today, I'm going to die swinging.

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable