The Exchange 5: Trust
Above the writhing, grinding orgy of movement, she watched a wreath of smoky precipitation grow in the global weather of that long dead planet stranded in time. it shifted.
Yama Kaji
Leaping tendrils of orange agony leaping through the brush and forest with ferocious intensity, flaring high into the sky and turning proud green trees into roaring black spectres wreathed in living incandescent cloaks.
Post Holiday Blues IV
While some might have thought of jack the ripper at the sight of the lamp posts wreathed in fog, i could only imagine that other time and place, imagining myself being happy and care-free.
Sibirskaia: Blood & Water Part 2
They laid their flowers, each and every one, upon the already flowered wreath... ...and then they stopped to speak to him. paying their respects. offering their condolences.
Indigo Nights- Chapter 4: Oblivion
Kane places the wreath beside the obelisk and hastily whispers a prayer.
My gnoll husband
We haven't hunted together yet, we haven't woven the ceremonial coat together yet...i haven't even been able to hand you the wreath of branches because of the little human!" protested the huge brute. "wow...
Boris' First Time
His tail, fully grown and wreathed in thick, fluffy black fur, wagged enthusiastically, and boris was keen to see just how voluntary or involuntary its movements were.
On the Theory of Fire
Their tongues tangled, lips pressed against craggy rock, maat's moan swallowed up, and his breath alit, steam giving way to a breath of fire, wreathing their heads in tongues of flame as they kissed.
Hypnovember Day 27 - Reversal
As the panda entered, he was wreathed in dark flame, growing in height until he looked exactly the same as the rest of his new master's captains. the lavender rabbit had not even bothered to put on any protective armour.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 129
It was that shape, that ungodly shape, like something out of a nightmare, wreathed by the red haze inside his mind, turning it into something more than what it truly was, something more than a mere tree.
The better mate...A Rabbit and a Wolf compete over a Vixen's paw...
Beads of frothy sweat wreathed the brow of the young vixen. the wolf and bear exchanged satisfied grins; they would have their way now! "yes... yes i will marry you!" the helpless young vixen agreed weakly.
Daemon Juice - Further in Time, But Around the Same Place
Lyka's arm, the same arm that had been touched by the daemon juice, was now wreathed in emerald scales. her slender fingers were tipped with black claws and the scales stretched all the way to her elbow.