Cerulean Cape raised hands

forgive moi for the tardiness, got swept up in attempting to... *sigh*... make a my little pony friendship is magic tabletop roleplaying game for my friends... god gives me his toughest battles...

they spoke in that whimsical manner all those still-believing do, voice cushion-soft and words sweetened like a glass of absinthe rimmed with sugar.

"pah." the beardog grunted, turning its head away, thinking to ignore the nuisance until they left. 

a strong wave into its flank shoved the canine onto the shore. it needed a moment to collect itself, paws finding solid ground, and rein in the natural want to shake its coat.

still dripping, the undead turned back to the wild preacher.

"...who isn't?" it spoke with unbridled bitterness, answering the question after a long silence.