User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-7345250-20161001070956

Golden Age: "Oh, yeah. It's real."


 * There seems to be a layer of tiny scales over the tail, but for the most part it is smooth to the touch. It is also considerably softer on her ventral side than on her back.

Golden Age: "This is as natural for me as... well, I'd say walking, but I don't know if you'd believe that."

Dr. Mid-Nite: "Cover the exit."


 * He grunts as he struggles with his bag and pushes through the crowd at double speed.


 * Bob dives under the earthy assault.

Equestrian Bob: "I don't wish to give offense when I observe that you really can't aim worth a d-"


 * Flashfire ignites Orbit's next missile.


 * Bob throws himself to the side with a quack, but he earns a singed tail this time around.