Northstar Vale plenty of folk want our kind dead

colt snorted in what might pass for laughter during an apocalypse. "reckon i won't have no one t'regale in hell anyway, miz mountains."
pain flickered plain in his eyes when the healer pressed his hind. "that one's my own fault," colt revealed with a glint of his flinty red stare. 
that day had set all the rest into motion. now he'd need his ear taken clean off, or at least in part. "long as yer sure my boyish good looks won't be lost," he snickered in pain at himself. he knew he was ugly.