Hubris or Humility?
Flan questioned gruffly, doubt etched clearly across his face. "yeah!" he insisted, looking up to meet flan's gaze. "i mean, i think so." he pursed his lips and furrowed his brow deep in thought.
Nisse, Julefest, and Hooves- Second Day of Christmas
Cham and joki have with them three rings, silver with masterful and ornate patterns within them etched in gold. one with the estrith koborg engraved on the inside, the other with krystanya koborg, and the last with lieddi koborg.
Terveta-Chapter 3: Payment (Part 3)
Their trail was etched into the landscape, distinct from a view high up such as a bird's. it was much later in the day then the alpha had wanted, but it was better if they got a greater deal of sleep and a higher energy reserve.
Yet to be named.
The pain that had etched itself onto his heart, sorrow taking his soul in every step, and suffocated his hope until it was nothing more than a faded dream. he had been chained to his misery, tearing him away him from hope.
Wim of Bastet
The human looked from side to side and stopped, a smile playing across its acid etched steely features. this prey was strange, smelled unlike other humans.
Welcome, Mr. Sedway
With a coat of cream and a wild 'mane' for hair, a black scar etched it's way under one eye. he always gave a crooked smile. "rex," arc chimed first as the rat shuffled awkwardly in the small room.
Value for Money
Just as quickly the second kiss was gone, the memory etching over the first and he skunk knew this would be the kiss he would talk about as his first.
[SNEAK PEEK]Ripster the Enforcer
There were words hidden in the sounds, etching themselves into his mind. simple, single-word commands, ones he did not hear, but ones he _felt,_ deep in his psyche. resisting them was futile. it was starting to hurt to try.
Eyes like the Forest (9)
_he glanced back to tarrensford, etched in by the winding river, then to the forest north of it. the howlers were not his task. the girl was, her and the spirit tangled all up inside her.
Tearful Skies 2: The Forest Path
In the ground were etched some words. they said "last night was great...thanks!" rinz shook his head when he was done reading it and began to float off, now even more confused.
The name ungiven
It will remain etched in their memory until the end of their days - a set of sharp backswept horns, crowning a noble profile of a wedge-shaped head, broad shoulders, extending to a set of large, partially unfurled wings, a thick, armored tail, coiling around
One Night in the Old Church
We are flesh, fur, hair, hide, scales and skin, wildly stampeding, bounding over boundless rows of stones etched with lives lived quietly in piousness, the ruin of markers silently reminding us we are alive.