Mysterious Island
The old man stared at the white cat. just stared.
An Unkindly Welcome
The old man look on him with a bit of fright, but something else passes past his face and the beggar knows that he just might eat today. the old man disappears into his shop and returns with a sack of something.
Paraskepite- Chapter Fourteen
"it was an accident, a car accident." he replied and grinned causing the old man to become even angrier. "you were supposed to be an expert and highly praised but i see now i was misinformed about your abilities." the old man sneered.
For Better or Worse - Chapter 4: New Purpose
The newcomer swept an interested glance over the old man. after examining the old man from head to toe he didn't seem to find anything unsatisfactory. "you can call me wanderer."
WOLVES MIST - Chapter 3(.2)
Two snakes of fire dancing and slithering before the old man. a whip cracked and was met again by the head of the hammer, but the other wrapped itself around its haft.
The Price of Sanctuary
"yes, the old man may have bound me to this place, but i managed to bind him and his pathetic gift to me."
Put Me in the Trash
Then the old man asked, "could you help me?" clyde wanted to die.
Put Me in the Trash
Then the old man asked, "could you help me?" clyde wanted to die.
Ragnarok - XXIII
His eyes the old man shut. then the last two defenders looked out on the ruins thrice-ruined and choked with soot. varr moved to ask what was the old man's will, but first the sulfur carrier stirred at last.
Staying Human: Chapter Three
Finally, the old man regained his composure. "step away from me, feral!" he spat. "i do not wish to catch your disease." that was the last straw. my eyes widened with fury, and i drew my fist back to strike the old man.
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"yes way, my grandma said her sister was the prettiest girl in town, when the old man asked her to help him make dressed everone thought she be famous." "why would any one trust a crazy old man like that?"
Chrysalis - Prolouge: Butterfly's Lament
The old man stood and walked out of the workshop, beyond the white-haired youth's vision into the main shop, his voice traveled back in his comforting accent: "i'm sorry, we're closed" but the answer was far more sinister.