Karmic Reflection
She found a previously unknown pattern etched into its twisting bands, a detailed invisible in the dingy shop's poor light.
To Be Hunted
While she didn't have the tools to truly carve the symbols into the family rune page, but she could leave a message for them to etch in once they found the page.
The Cobalt Mage
Opposite from the entrance was a dark oak counter, unmanned at the moment, and with similar swirling etchings as the entrance.
Magi: Outside Help
With a sigh she began slowly etching a circle around the broken pieces of the obelisk, taking her time as she etched rune after rune upon the inside of the circle, her eyes shut as she began chanting.
Elements of Battle: Ponyville
When i'd finished etching the glowing, wavering runes into her fur, i held out my left hand, and started etching some more on there. after i'd finally finished with that, i braced myself for what was to come. "?????????? ???? ??? ?????, ??? ?? ?????????
Twisting Fates Ch 2
She nodded as he pulled his weapons from his bag the fel green etched blades he had in his bag, as well as what actually looked to be a metal mask and a high setting leather collar to protect his neck.
Bonds of Gold Part 2 (Dragon TF Story) [Commission]
His eyes hazarded a peek over the ridge below and glimpsed an array of more carved caves etched into the sloped, rocky side of the heart.
Alegeharian Almanac
**descriptions:** **great sword** dweliun: a weapon with its name etched in the hilt. the great sword is made with a silver colored blade it glows a holy blue imbued with lego's angelic powers.
Defining Moment
There is a message etched into everyone's book of life written so viciously, it bleeds through, soaking the pages. that is, in my personal opinion, when a life starts. that is when it starts to shape. the defining moment.
Anatomical Anachronisms: Prologue: Firewood Carving
His mouth had both lion canines, humanoid front teeth, and grinding molars at the back, but no laugh lines would ever be etched.
Jem's Bad Week (Part 10)
Jem's muzzle opened wider and wider, her face etched with untellable hurt, but her screams devolved into wrecked whines â€" such cries of suffering so purely female, perfectly sexual and vastly overwhelming that surely in hell itself, sadistic female
Memories
One four-fingered hand splayed across the surface and lettering began to etch itself into the crystal in what looked to be gold, reading simply, "here lies persephone. warrior, apprentice, friend."