User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-7345250-20151203064317


 * Curiously, the Mare Do Well's disappointment has evolved into some form of hollowness or grief. She longs for someone or something.


 * The Mare Do Well rises again with another splash. Her wide hat droops low at the sides.

Mare Do Well: "Did it work?"


 * The lower wolf loses its leg and accordingly trips over the vines.


 * The higher Carbonwolf, however, manages to land upon the Pegasus.


 * Glaive's wolf rushes at him relentlessly, paying no mind to the vines or the other ponies. It snaps at his tail, frantic for a bite.


 * When it rounds the corner to discover him by the greenward, it adjusts its trajectory and bolts straight towards him.