Elves and dump stats : Wisdom edition
I got up and went back to fletching arrows. there were a few activities that always had the gift of quieting my worries. fletching was one of those.
The Arrival (Part 2)
It was like his pants had been fletched together out of trees and plants turned into canvas. his top was ashy grey and almost fuzzy, with a hood pulled up over his head to hide his features in a gloomy shadow.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 103
The fletching twisted around in a half-circle as it lowered its arms, growling at the foxes foolish enough to fire arrows from such short range. _what should i do!?
War of the Third Demon Part 1: Scars, Rubble and Diamond (preview)
He recalled at this point that felicie's scent was strong the last time they mated, which he himself asked for to help him relax from the day's work after his fletching master made him place in more hours for not succeeding in his test for the level
Legacy Chapter Twenty One
His fingers traveling the length of the shaft, he touched the end and felt the stiff cut bristles of feathers that had been used for fletching. “son of a bitch!” said kato under his breath as he realized exactly what it was that had hit him.
Pack's Toy
She sat there for hours, watching the wolves milling grain, fletching arrows, and returning with from the landscape with wood. a new discomfort came over her now. she just now realized how much water she was drinking.
Hell Fights Back prologue - Hi-Octane Mind Trip
As it would eventually end with bartleby fletch, so too did it begin with him. satan always knew there was something special about that kid.
Luna and Thief Ch: 29
“fletching, griffin fletching." “really?" the man replied as luna felt her ear's pin down against her scalp. _how long have i been reading lips?_ it left her skin and pelt to crawl as her ears softly rang against her scalp.
Bloodtails
There was no fletching to give the projectile the distinctive appearance of a typical arrow. it didn't need the stabilization. the blood seal on the shaft glowed faintly in the darkness as he nocked the arrow on the bowstring.
A Magical Evening
His pale hairless torso wasn't built like an athlete's and the worm that dangled between his legs wasn't meaty enough to feed the fletchings of a mother bird.
Between Worlds (Redux) - 7 - Wake Up Call
A swan, long neck and all, was ironically fletching arrows, using feathers that jason thought could have come from his own back. a ferret, small and nimble in leather armor, was filing with an even smaller rat in chain mail.
A Simple Wager
He stared into the distance at the offending fletching. "lucky shot." aden was already fishing another arrow from his leather quiver. once more, like clockwork, he knocked, pulled the string taut, and once more took aim.