Glass
Making and take away my rest perhaps i am but a voice - one of many - out here in the cool and empty nothing but a little white wind dancing in the wake of the ended world yet the rat also lingers there with the mirror even when drowned withered
Tales of Zootopia: Taera and Winston
The two people this story focuses on, taera withers and winston matthews, respectively a black-and-white goat and a grey husky, knew each other since they were five. at about age eight, they fell in love, but didn't know what was happening.
Collection of equine themed poems
Thirteen hands to the wither, they could barely stretch to reach her nose or reach to feed her grain.
Evac Day +254
Even walking down a street, there is no escape from the withered and decaying forms, their putrid, nauseating stench, or their horrible, hollow eye sockets. they lay where they fell.
Front Mission Final (FanFic)
Trees cracked and fell under the withering firepower, only to be late as the assaulting trio disappeared further into the forest. who attacked the convoy and why? what was their goal?
A Lamb Among Wolves Ch:43
The withered ram shook his head dismissively. "oh no, we're past that now as you can already tell by my rather unique condition."
Charles' Exciting Adventure
They'd been withered down too by the twenty hour long trip and most of them were sound asleep in their seats, a few unfortunately snoring.
A Wandering & Pondering Python (Illustrated by Korwin)
Through fields and forests, he slithered, his cares and concerns, soon withered. without his worries, he could be free to think, about the projects into which he would sink.
Chronicles of the Storm: Prologue
Their bodies were charred and grotesque, blackened and withered into empty husks. twisted shells that hardly seemed human and still possessed a will to live. and something more.
A one night fest
On the box were fairies and flowers with a lid on top that had a black rose that looked withered. demon yawns before turning a page in her book as she continues to read. as she does a tapping noise comes to her window.
Enough without Home
Blood runs down me, single shot bred me, but then you forsake me, left me to bleed and wither but only made me stronger inside. home!!! home!!!
Faust.
I'd sell my soul for courage; to not wither and melt from the populace and cringe in solitude, lest attention be brought upon me and i should be forced to interact with humanity.