User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-24422626-20161121050230


 * The stallion sees the horrid black tentacles tower over the deck and instinctively backpedals into Goldfin's chest. He whirls around and kicks out in an attempt to knock her back—if only to clear the way back inside. Whatever is in there can't be as bad as what's out here.

* ''The griffon isn't so lucky. One tentacle catches his outstretched wing and cracks it against a coil of chains, eliciting a pained squawk.''*

* Something manic flashes in Morsov's eye as he is taken into custody.*

Morsov: Hmph! Thrush will never disappear. Glaive, Kick, Vega... They're all our own! You think you bring monsters to justice?

* He shoots Glaive a dangerous stare.*

Morsov: ...That's why Thrush exists. There are monsters among us.