User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-24422626-20150701003937


 * Lucid is breathing weakly, but he does not stir. Meanwhile, Kick is bracing the door against rough slamming from the other side. She is suddenly showered by wooden splinters when a shotgun is fired through the door, and she falls to the side with her hooves pressed over her ears. Two more greenish, hulking changelings barge in.*