Reality Re-Wired - Chapter 1: Reassignment [CM]
One ethereal looking elven lady sat on a marble bench, elegant swirls designing the back of it as she leaned back, a book in her hands, a soft smile on her face.
Coming to Terms - Part 7
Fighting through it hannah laid the plates with a clatter on the austere rectangular white-marble table. painfully aware of her size she carefully moved into a seat across from joel.
Like an Arrow
As her paws padded on the marble, she vocalized softly, her voice bouncing off of the marble at first, then causing the stone to ring with a nearly-angelic tone. as she approached the king, she felt words come to her.
Those Marked in Red
"i see" she said turning her head to look a marble pillar that suddenly seemed very interesting to her.
Who is the More Blessed? Part 1
Her lineage, going back centuries, was immortalized in a series of marble busts. his tour guide was an elderly feline named mernin.
Prologue: To Spite the Chaste
The higher marble tables around the logs and benches surrounding the fire and marble table were covered in a cornucopia of food and drink.
Spellbreaker: Invocation of destruction
#4 of spellbreaker enforcers ran in a panic through paved corridors, their terror reflected off the hard grey marble as they ran past blood pools and doorways.
S1 Ep16- Synergy Training
"that was a terrible idea and i blame magma and zephyr for that" marble said as the two wolves mentioned got pouty as the last remaining robots appeared behind them as they were in the town square.
Into the Depths Part 4
The floor was marble. there were chandaliers hanging from the top of the marble. the walls had many designs of food painted on their surface, all around.
A short story ... number 2
Epsilon watches the marble fox leave the office, and disappear down the length of the hallway next to it. "fine, fine. you made your point."
Human Error: Down in a Hole
The marble is cold at my back. there's a skylight on the ceiling, one of those fancy ones with the reflective tube that ducts light in.
Dance of the Flitterstep
No marble stele, offerings of wine and blood, or smoking altar. these innocent tokens marked a gaping emptiness. even the sad certainty of death had no home here, just a plaintive hope slowly fading into the dusk.