Ander - Part 4: Subchapter 50
This feeling was originating from _inside_, and looking upon her was igniting it like a piece of flint and tinder. "i do not think this place has a name," she said with a slight shrug. "it simply is as it is." "i see."
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book IX Chapter 3
After hot tinder on his green nose.
Rite of Passage
"just a person that has been trapped here for countless years," it replied in a soft tenor voice, shrugging and setting a bundle of firewood on the ground, arranging a few pieces above the tinder.
A visit to Verbobonc 2 (badger/wolverine)
With a splintery crash the bed gave up the ghost and became a straw mattress on a pile of tinder. even then they didn't stop.
The Need to Breed
Karl had energy to spare, even after properly stacking the logs in the fireplace and striking the flint and tinder to get them started.
Papa Bear Scruff: Are Ursine Anyone?
"this tinder for gay guys or something?" he saw in the nearby grid was tommy but surprisingly next to tommy's scruffy pic was another profile with his picture, "the fuck?"
Marrooned
The only things in her bag that seem undamaged by the white wash rain are a hunting knife, a compass, a tinder-stone, and a zip locked bag of oatmeal.
Older and Wiser - January Rule 34 Story #1
Piling them up on a small stone circle he'd laid out, hudson mentally calculated how much tinder it would take and went about setting up a roaring campfire.
Clueless chapter 20: You can't tell anyone I'm fat!
Unless you're planning to photoshop your tinder profile photo or something?" i felt a wave of hot embarrassment rush through me.
Tribe Chapter 8
Io knelt by the remains of the previous night's camp fire and began assembling wood and tinder into a neat little pile. he picked up a box of matches from his small deer skin bag, struck one and set the little pyre ablaze.
Forgotten Paths: Chapter 1 - Unfortunate Beginnings
Since this is will no doubt be my last entry i might as well leave a small record of myself, no doubt only to be used as tinder for a fire after my death... i am adrian strauss; orion to some, bastard to others.
Chronicles of the Borderline: Chapter IV
Having taken a large enough branch, wrapped it with tinder, soaked it in alcohol and set fire to the torch, both ventured towards the dark cave, with a slow, cautious pace that jarek could only interpret as the prologue of a disaster.