User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-24422626-20150220001833


 * Glaive shakes his head regretfully.*

I don't know. There must be some reason... but I'm hardly the pony who would know.

* ''Into Ironworks's view come two stallions, one brown and one gray. Both of them wear bandanas over their faces against the snow and cold—notable, though, is the single long, curved fang emblazoned on the right of each mask. The loose, triangular scarves that hang from their necks have the same colors as Ironworks's armor. Each stallion's eyes go wide.''*

1: Where did he go?

2: ...He vanished.

1: Dammit... Are we imagining things?

2: The same thing, at the same time? Not likely.

* They start forward again, searching over the spot they just saw Ironworks disappear from.*