User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2017/@comment-27161581-20171014020403

Blue sizes up the thugs as they in turn size up him.

Cheetah: "For getting first? It honestly was hard enough to pretend I was a slowpoke."

Sylvia grinds her teeth and stretches her wings, her bruising healing unnaturally quickly.

Sylvia: "You slept through the fight at the Power Ponies's headquarters as well."

''The vines only tighten as Eroma pulls, returning their attentions to her muzzle and neck. A voice comes from inside the main vine.''

Prince Pluderseed: "You could give up, my flower. I have the perfect place to plant you."