User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-27103443-20150522032113

''Strongheart nods and injects himself with the needle. Years seems to slip away from Strongheart's body. A slim streak of grey hair that marred his perfect ice blue mane disappears. ''How's that? ''Strongheart flashes a winning, dazzling smile. ''See? It works.

''Hawkwing limps after the white mare and sits down across from Golden Age. ''