Warm Up - 11 | Dying of the Light
Evere was not one to desecrate corpses, even if it were the invaders. maim, mangle, and clobber- sure, but nothing this sacrilegious.
Rekindled warmth
She found its desecrated remnants as empty as the wolf's verve. no pack, no courage, not even a meal. prey to the snow, just like she would have been, had his ironic coloring not betrayed his presence.
Writing Prompt #8 - "The Grove"
There was a new presence in their midst, however – the corpses of the men who so violently desecrated them. they were foreign, unpleasant.
The Twelve Guardian Deities
Solas lives to protect the sun from any who would dare desecrate the life giving energies the sun provides, to both the land and those that live there. solas is symbolised by an eye within the sun. solas is primarily worshipped by farmers.
Strength of a New Guardian
desecrated... betrayed..."_ the guard thrusts its spear at the creature's head.
Dissonance
We have desecrated our reputation as the guardian dragons. "let me blame myself!" tears streamed down kardonyth's face as he dropped to his knees. "don't share the blame, this is all me!
Through What Remains
As she remained steadfast against his pushing, he added quietly, "but a vagrant would try to steal you, to desecrate you. isn't that right?"
Galactic Conflict - Chapter Nineteen
"your desecration of the blessing is spreading." euno chuckled and wiped some blood from his cheek. "it wasn't him." "what are you talking about euno?" questioned the guardian. "jun is right," euno said. "your method of conquering is not working.
Under a Burning Sky
His rage at this desecration fueling his strength. there is a fire raging in his heart, a promise that he must keep. winged figures are now tumbling from the skies, battered and broken. others like him, others that should be alive.
Elysia: the Taxidermists - pt 2
Only this one was not dead and desecrated like the others, only frozen. the intense glow of awareness and emotion was still very present in the her wide eyes. only one more thing, elysia thought to herself.
A Wolf's Choice
Stories of cruel, brutish warriors who enjoyed ransacking villages and desecrating the corpses of their fallen enemies. and now he was sitting in front of one of them. "d-don't hurt me, please!" the orc raised an eyebrow. "am i that scary?"
Curse-ive, Part One
Rant, excoriating me in a shrill, raspy voice for continuing my mother's disrespect - to make up for what she'd done, i was supposed to take every piss sitting down, until my cumulative, comparative lack of masculinity in such things made up for her desecration