Chapter 11: Paladins of Song and Sea
Requiem dirge hunter was being usual neurotic-self and was tinkering away at the _godslayer ii_ while the rest of the crew was milling about keeping watch.
Desires of Demons Pt 2
- it was a dark morning, though the sun had lifted, delilah felt the morning bells to be a dirge. her stomach burned and her mind seethed as she stood there, overlooking the city.
HM-09 Who Stole My Garm?
Then andrew brought out his moon dog flute and began playing a forlorn dirge, poetic, yet calming. erina looked over the remains to try to determine the pilot's race.
Navigating the Labyrinth: Part IV - The unexpected
A music he couldn't recall ever hearing before started to play, an eerie combination of electronic and analog elements accompanied by a soft-dirge like tenor.
Midline Shift 17 - Ruins of Ancient Stars
"well, it's kinda sombre-sounding, like a sort of dirge but with high-pitched synth, sort of has a whole 'we may be beaten we may be bloodied but we'll hold our heads high' sorta thing...you know?"
The Price of Slavery
His voice was a wordless dirge, chanting in some alien tongue more given to terrible melodies and gibbering madness than meaningful discourse.
My Gym Partner's Bro, Cum-Laude (Part 1)
Just listening past the door to the dirge, parent after parent called out, with fenton messing up half their names. "if i was ever the head of a train station..." poncharello mused, "...
My Sabretooth Life: Part 1
Being such a heavy sleeper, he had always required some overwhelming, jarring dirge to jolt him awake. he could probably sleep right through an earthquake or even a hurricane on a typical night. he would have easily slept through this alarm too.
Drake's Rise
Though drake wanted to finish his shower in silence the ring of the call indicated that it was delta, one of the elder generation with drake's father, delta's fitting funeral dirge grated on drake's ears
The Baptism Is Long But The Song Is Everlasting
"he ain't up here," the bloodhound pronounced, like a dirge, through a nose eagerly in the air, "i'd smell him." "perhaps he's below?" offered the starling. he didn't sound hopeful, which was no more than he deserved.
The Queen of Sin
A funeral dirge, perhaps? no, something told him it was the callous laughter of the creatures he thought less than him. the second floor was a grand open space with a bank of windows along the far wall looking over the canal.
Death Trap Derelict
Lillth chants a dirge of the depths as a spiral of pale energy emanates from the pearl inside the scalloped clamshell finial of her staff.