User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2018 and Beyond/@comment-24422626-20190325080620


 * The zebra just stands wordlessly over the defeated Glaive, whose ragged gasps and contortions slow into whimpers and exhausted stillness. Tears stream down his muzzle as Moraearty removes the violet-bladed dagger from his chest—it leaves no wound but a minorly singed patch—and his gaze falls toward the mare who led him here.*

Glaive: "Goldenheart... G-Goldenheart..."