User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-24422626-20161122051002


 * The horse just glares back.*

???: Behind you.

* ''A new fetlock hooks around Goldfin's neck, and its owner—who has somehow plastered himself against the wall behind a tied stack of netting—drives her shoulder-first into the doorframe. The fallen horse struggles to roll himself onto the support of a fat coil of rope. Then he rights himself and raises his guard again.''*

* ''Glaive purses his lips as Morsov is led off. He drums his hoof against the ground, evidently unsettled by something.''

* He steps back inside the shipping container and looks around for something.*