The Trials of Malena Vazin: The Capture

This one was around nine feet tall, with black muscular flesh and gnatted orange fur, and a crown of five horns upon his bleached bone skull.

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The Aces of Lylat, Chapter 7: Ruffians on Fire

It is time for us to become a flyswatter, destroy all these gnats before they lay more eggs. eh, damien?" the coyote flared his nostrils and blinked, staring at the primate with a stern gaze.

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Pink Salmon

My whiskers twitch; some stupid gnat or something, so i hiss and swipe around like a fool. freaking bugs... hope they're not here because of the worms. "ugh... i'm gonna walk around some if that's fine," i declare.

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Ditz From Above

The heat raised a slight sweat, drawing a few gnats to buzz around her elegant figure and muzzle. she waved them away with her hand, then smiled as she waved her long, thin tail.

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Battle for the Valley 2

The vixen's words were little more than the buzz of a gnat in his ears as he stared at the hundreds of warriors that were coming up the river. in the blink of an eye, his advantage had been stripped from him.

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City of Light: Chapter 53

Questions from his friends buzzed around him like gnats: what had transpired? what would they do now? was he okay? arcturus had no answers for them. his lips formed no words, only silence.

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Short Interlude at the Inn

Barely enough to satisfy a gnat." the insult to his orchood did not go over well with gorokk, an annoyed snarl coming out as his brother snickered behind his back. "trust me whelp, you will feel it and then some." he growled.

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Living the Dream

Malcolm's eyes nearly bulged out of his head, 'hive' had been appropriate: it looked like a ball of buzzing, angry gnats. it swarmed and bulged, amorphous and directionless, it seemed to rear back after a moment, almost in mimic of his own actions.

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Home and Beyond (Final)

An odd memory nagged at me like a gnat. an e-mail from the owner in 2033 complete with photos of the smoldering ruins, and words of regret. "musta been a dream memory." i assured myself.

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