User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-7345250-20151116110013


 * The dark figure in the violet hat gracefully lands before Hawkwing, levitates a manhole in her pale blue aura, and flicks it across the temple of another proxy approaching him from behind.


 * The Forest Dragon groans as his wings catch fire again. This time, there will certainly be scars. His course grows unsteady.