When fates collide – Chapter 2 “There is No Escape”
, all these questions kept flying through her head as he stared into the fountain of a cupid like baby holding a urn of some kind.
The Rogue King - Chapter Two
The woman turned around as they neared, an urn balanced on her hip. black, orange and white fur brushed her face in thin stripes. the face itself was shorter and thicker than the muzzle of the wolena at koral's back, and the woman's ears were rounded.
Worlds Apart - Chapter Twenty
Nothing save for the water urns and a fragile table had been unloaded yet, and he didn't think the dinky little card table would bear up under his weight.
The Princes Treasure
He ran through the alleyways working his way to the rooftops hopping on an urn to a wooden plank reaching the top of a hut. this fox had grey fur and had ragged brown cloths on.
Vicki the Sorceress and the Swamp Men of Mictlan Chapter 1
On their heads, each casual woman balanced a simple porcelain or ornate ceramic urn as they quietly murmured the latest gossip with each other, enjoying the quiet moment to catch up with the lives and families of their neighbors.
Ashe to Ashes
Yoyo frantically wiped tears from his face as he accepted the box, opening it to find an ornately decorated brass urn inside. "cassandra..." he shed the box and gave the urn a closer look, finding all of the decorations and carvings were done by paw.
Beauty
May you're inner fire urn strong!
Soul Sick, Chapter 2
He lugged the basket back with him, thinking once or twice of stopping in front of someone's house and dumping the contents into one of the tall ceramic urns used for refuse.
Shadow Cradle Chapter 3
The walls of calris, the stone bulwark that has held my people in a protective embrace since the dawn of the sun and moon, cannot defend us from the dragons that fly above them, and soon they will be an urn filled with the ashes of my kingdom.
A Family at Long Last?
Small tables to either side of the large space lined the walls holding copper urns of white roses, and little knickknacks.
Winning Hog - Story Commission
He spits a wad of chewing tobacco into a golden urn on the floor. his body reeked of smoke, beer, and musk. his hair long and very matted with grisly unkempt bread.
White Nights
Original incarnations of urns such as these could have been made of anything from tin to silver; this one combined modern electric efficiency with a traditional design that at least kept the illusion of the traditional tea service.