Embers of Dawn: Chapter 33: The Spark and the Stone
His voice softened, a rare crack in the polished gold of his composure. “faelwin you once told me immortality was the curse of endless tomorrows. well… i’ve decided this one will do.” the family traded glances.
The Salazzle Dazzle Salamander Casino-The Final Game
“do you have any of that scale polish with you?” “yeah.” “want a little help?”
Sabhira's Daughter #15
His dagger was kept very close to his manhood, and he had a peculiar manual, even oral, technique that he preferred me to use for polishing it. and he would request it be polished nearly every night.
Meddle Not in the Affairs of Dragons
Sapphy/ gnarl belongs too http://www.furaffinity.net/user/gnarl/ meddle not in the affairs of dragons "h-here you are, mistress" the small, brown feathered gryphon murmured under his breath, as if scared speaking too loud might get him in trouble. a broad, polished
Blue: Chapter 13
He got back to training as dylan went back to polishing his dagger. it was a very slow day and things were starting to get a little boring.
The History Of Zato
He gave another shake, never liking to be polish like this, and sighed. "thank you my loves."
Passing the Flame
Without further word, the kobold buffed up the upper legs, back and fore, another dose of polish, and climbed onto the dragons back.
Making Royal Deals 1
Her crotch dripped blood onto the stage, staining the polished wood crimson as she wobbled towards the bar, unsteady without the familiar singing between her legs. "here, let me help!"
Dragon's Servant
The scale polish was kept close by on a shelf, and riien wasted little time making his way to fetch the tools he needed. he'd polish torreth's scales to the best of his ability but, once again, he found the dragon blocking his way, this time with a paw.
Love for Sale: Chapter 12
Even her voice seemed to have been polished and cleaned. "you look _fabulous_ darling. dante, what do you think? doesn't she look like a dream?" dante nodded dumbly. she wasn't a co-ed anymore, she was a goddess.
Lost Son (commission for lucaslunar)
The flickering, yellow light of a campfire had often reminded aisoku of the smithy where it was created, while eclipse used its well-polished surface to examine his wounds with great interest.
Tower of silence - Contest (Golden Typewriter)
A few steps later i caught sight of the wall but it didn't seem made out of rock, instead it was dark, polished and covered in what looked like runes.