A Moment Of Beauty.
And the resulting cataclysm pitched the world into darkness as unrelenting clouds shrouded the planet. dragons remembered the past, the beauty of the land. only here near the heavens do they find such a beauty again.
The Unwilling Thrall (A1, B1, C13)
The man was half shrouded, only the lower part of his body and legs were seen on the rocks. chains linked his wrists and ankles to the boulders beneath him. "tell me of your news, love."
Titania's Song And Dance
Your cottage just through the trees shrouded in curtains of light. **
Reunion
He looked around and noticed that he was shrouded by a large shadow. looking up his eyes widened in disbelief and began to water. "well if it isn't yoshi?!" he swam up besides him and cuddled next to him in what would be a hug.
The Son of the Scourge
Heading the hellish horde strode a solitary creature, a rat shrouded in darkness with hatred ready to surge; anger and anguish accentuated his fearsome feature, for he was jublenarris the seer, the son of the scourge.
The Japanese Garden
The shrouds of grey-coloured mist, that whirl and spin around both the dragon, and the wolf, seemingly coming from nowhere, enforce this feel.
Love in the Castle: Part 1
Starting from his head she beheld the deep shade of his black scales that almost seemed to suck in the surrounding light shrouding him in a darker, more powerful atmosphere.
zion submission, the new sickle doll
The dark room does not provide any light, even if he were to free his eyes from their shroud, the fox wouldn't be able to see his paw in front of his nose. there was a sharp jingling, drawing a gasp of surprise from the freshly inducted little cub doll.
We Regret to Inform You of a Funeral Cancellation
Don't they still retain the relics of the shroud st. lazarus wore? there's balder, and there's orpheus: went where live souls fear to tread, they had their funerals canceled. they weren't dead.
War...War Never Ends...
Rowan stood on the balcony of his high-set queenslander home, his dark, soulful eyes gazing out over the distant fields; long stalks of sugar cane gleaming, their tips rustling in some unknown, ancient tongue, their endless ranks seemed to march to the mist shrouded
Foreword
Let them be the burial shroud your innocence is wrapped in when you find yourself at the mercy of a realization far too deep and heavy for you to carry back to the safety of a shore.
Memories
Let me start at the beginning, it was a rainy day, the rain pouring down, clouds shrouded the sun giving the land a greyish blue tint, i was 5 and like my sister, was homeschooled, our father would come home drunk quite often and beat on us, this particular