User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-7345250-20151129210829


 * The Mare Do Well swings her horn down, mightily straining against the vine to wrest herself free, but the magical plant proves too elastic. It yanks her back onto her hind legs.

Parlys: "And you've still got some fight in you... Splendid. I didn't want to break you just yet. Now that I know what a threat you could have posed, I want you to witness the enormity of your failure."


 * Many more vines erupt from the hilltop, coiling around the mystery mare's waist and pinning her hooves to her sides. Before long, she is all but mummified from the neck downward.

Mare Do Well: "You won't... get away with... Hngh...!"


 * The constriction starts to grow more severe.

Parlys: "Yahaha... Then again, this isn't a very hooves-on job. It might be fun to squeeze the life out of you while I supplant this oh-so-flawed nation we call Equestria. What do you think of that? It's either that or literally watching the grass grow. I could use the entertainment."