User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-5837525-20150610033042

(The stallion takes a deep breath and slowly exhales. He felt the weight of his wings weigh him down, even though he knew they weren't there anymore. With the muscles he'd used over a lifetime of habit, he strains to stretch his new appendages made of carbon fiber. The wings slowly extend out to the pony's sides, and he takes a moment to extend and retract them over and over to get a feel for the sensation.)

Pony: Wow. They sure are... something.

Phetlock: Hmph. "Purchase a small company," he says. Somepony's certainly in the business of hostile takeovers.

(Shadowmane climbs down into her safe house and powers on the generators. Several rooms filled with bare necessities suddenly light up.)

Killer Hock: *whistle* Nice digs.

Phetlock: Indeed. How long have you had this place, Shadowmane?

Shadowmane: As long as I've been in the thieving game.

Phetlock: How come you've never told us about it?

Shadowmane: I don't make a habit of revealing all my secrets, Victor.

Chaser: Have a good one, chum. Don't be a stranger.