Chapter the Eighth: Sojourn
#8 of a stage of destinies _with my hair slicked back with carrion shellac; with the blood from a pheasant and the bone from a hare tied to the branches of a roebuch stag left to wave in the timber like a buck-shot flag, go away you rainsnout.
Portfires
Who was she, the proud and beautiful chuntao, or some ordinary pheasant? her toes curled against his slowly and squeezed. the peahen taking a breath and straightening her back. loathe as she was to admit, he was right.
Wolves' Legacy Stories: The Three Kings
The night went on, with the three of them savoring the food prepared by eshdar from the hunt, which was pheasant roast.
Remington in Wonderland - Rated AO
Roast pheasant?" the first sip was a drugging one--now, though the desk stood taller than he, and mcnamara stared down like a giantess. "good heavens!" "what did you _do?"_ she gaped. he held the bottle like a keg in his arms.
The Denizens of the Maze
It took a second to finish jotting something down with a fine pheasant feather quill clutched gracefully in its seemingly bulky fingers before looking up, eyes fixed directly on kaster as his guide scooted him forwards, massive hand resting between his shoulder
Counter Earth Chronicles Dual Realities Chapter 46: That Which Sits Quietly Beyond All Things
The pheasant replied. "he asked me for advice." "what did you say?" the bear knight asked. "i told him that he should ask the beastials he served to cut back on his workload or threaten to throw himself off a building if they refused."
Chapter XIV: Maureen's Lost Loves
One evening when he'd just gotten off from work, maureen came over to serve the man a meal as thanks for all the hard work he'd done caleb smiled greatly at the delicious roasted pheasant plated before him, "oh, thank you so much, miss jollenbeck!"
Darwin's Legacy 5 - A Lone Wolf
But after throwing it at several unsuspecting hares and pheasants he discovered that since he had never practiced with a spear his aim was very poor.
WindSwept: Chapter 8
Night brought us not only deer, but a pheasant for corin and lara, and we had a literal feast, albeit a bit bland from lack of seasonings but still, we slept full. it was growing colder outside so corin and lara lay between me and flora under our wings.
A Yiffness Carol
Roast pheasant with a hint of cinnamon glaze. red mashed potatoes with salt pepper and a dash of paprika. various wines at least two decades aged. heaping plates of shiny and juicy fruits. yet, the list went on and begged some observance.
Catnundrum. Chapter One.
His mahogany brown jowls were drooling a bit from the smell of roasted pheasant on the other side of the store cooking. robbie licked over his own broad black bumpy nose with his tongue.
The Dragon Stones
She'd rarely had anything better than what the sisters ate, which was common fare, though she'd had pheasant for her final meal in the hold.