Eyes like the Forest (1)
The creak of the wagon, the gentle rocking as it rumbled down the road in its steady rhythm, the soft birdsong and warm sunlight seemed to pull him ever deeper into weariness as he reclined in the open back, among the cargo.
The Prince's new shadow ch.2
It was a very beautiful spring afternoon and the trills of birdsong could be heard along with the rustle of the fruit tree leaves that swayed in the wind.
Breathing Life--Chapter Two
The cheerful birdsong floated up to me as his claws clicked against the palace shingles. i straddled the window, wary of any left-over glass shards, and clung to the ruined fabric. gods, i hate heights.
Taming the Bitch
This was his place, where he could read, or listen to the birdsong in the forest, or spend some time away from the bitches of this world. ordinarily. at the door, mac pulled out his keychain, and unfastened both the door and the heavy padlock.
Flying the Nest - Part One
Her body thrashed and shuddered as though freed from a lifetime spent tied down by invisible ropes, and then, as she drew in a strangled breath and wailed almost instantly with an almost birdsong like melody...
~ Scent of Ash and Velvet: Part One ~
. _\*_ **_chapter three – the morning after_** velvet woke to the sound of birdsong and the sting of bruises. his eyes opened slowly, the loft blurred by soft light filtering through the slats in the roof.
[SNEAK PEEK] A Naga's Workout
Posted using postybirb **a naga's workout** **by limewah commission for outletdraws** **18+** the woods were mostly quiet, the silence only broken by the odd bit of birdsong here and there.
[SNEAK PEEK] Morning Commute
It was a simple drone, long extended chords that had a comforting, soothing regularity to them, along with the ambience of a rainforest - birdsong, rustling leaves, chirping frogs and the like.
Empty - Chapter 3
He awoke the next morning to the sound of birdsong. a single ray of sunshine pierced the curtains and landed square in his eyes. squinting, he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, wondering why he felt so awful.
Crossroads - Zack: Chapter 4
The house was peaceful and quiet this sunday morning, with only the distant sounds of birdsong and the occasional creak as the jackal shifted on his chair. the family usually slept in on the weekends, but he was an early riser by habit.
Pasture Pleasures
Relishing this exciting new lease on life his ears picked up birdsong and the gentle buzzing of lazy gadflies as they hovered along a steady westerly breeze.
Chapter 19 Best One Out of Three
As he carried her in grim silence through the sunlight and birdsong, it slowly dawned on her which direction they were going. he was carrying her deeper and deeper into hillback, past statues of cow goddesses and bovine figures.