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Letters from HELL

Am I beautiful as I tear you to pieces?

I was not codding dear old Boss when I gave you the tip, you'll hear about Saucy Jacky's work tomorrow double event this time number one squealed a bit couldn't finish straight off. ha not the time to get ears for police. thanks for keeping last letter back till I got to work again.


Jack the Ripper


It had been a long while since I've ventured out from my lair, and now seemed a time ripe for me to set about my work again. Not everyone gets a chance to come back, even in a different form, but I had been so blessed. The form I returned to was much more impressive than my last one, I had to give the Fates that. Lithe and graceful yet muscular enough to be a formidable weapon when I so chose. And soon I'd choose to be just that, a killer hiding in plain sight.


My hooves beat a steady trot that was muffled slightly by the last of the greenery underfoot, the sound faint and barely discernible. Where was I headed? I had no idea, it has been so long since I left my lair that the world had inevitably changed around me. But this land was mostly similar to the lands of my past, mares waiting patiently to be claimed and swept off to a happily ever after that rarely happens. I shake my head sadly with a derisive snort, poor fools.


Slinking into the shadows provided by a large tree that had yet to give up it's leaves to the whims of autumn, I settled in to wait and see what man decided to try for the prize this time around. Surely there had to be someone who would at least try their hand at having me. The last one had been fun, though killing him had been less than satisfying when the madness overtook me. I am ashamed to admit that I rather missed him after I awoke from my stupor. Ah but the past is just that, the past.


Turning dark amber eyes forward, I shift to make myself comfortable. And then it happens again, I drift off into the mind of he who I had been. My last conscious thought was that this was going to be another blood bath for me to enjoy, lips curling up at the corners into a devilish grin.



The Ripper
Mare
6 years
Black (Ee/aa)
Georgian Grande (Friesian x Saddlebred)
16.2 hands
No Boss, No Lair, No Minions
Anna

The Ripper
You're beautiful and sick like me
♥dante


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