User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-24422626-20150503215041


 * Nycto drops to the floor, panting somewhat. Warm blood seeps slowly down his chest as he hops back to Glaive.*

Glaive: Nycto! Hang on...

* The phoenix straightens, standing still without a flinch as Glaive cleans his wound and tapes a dressing over it.*

Glaive: You'll be fine... You've taken worse. Your next resurrection will be due later this month, won't it?

* Nycto gives an affirmative caw as he hops onto Glaive's back, settling his head wearily on the bat-pony's.*