User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-24422626-20150216174541


 * Glaive pats down his body. There's no slash on his wrist, nor any stab wounds in his chest.*

...That black gas in the hallways... That must have been it. There was a horde of zombie ponies, too... And I just called Goldfin into the middle of all of it.

* ''Glaive wipes his brow and breathes deeply. He lets the stress leave him. Just a nightmare..? Just a nightmare...''*

...Thanks, Eris...

* ''Fuzzy Wuzzy clicks his antennae together thoughtfully. What is the Thing doing? Of course, when it's staying in one place like this, it's easier to watch... but seriously? Eh. Easier eating for him. Hopefully the Thing doesn't try to fly off again. Eating while fluttering is harder by far.''*