Hard Time

His rack was intact, his physique was massive, and his tattoos were bold, his short white fur contrasted with the black lines of ink, and they could be read like ink on a piece of paper. "you interrupted us for this?"

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Departure and Returning

She asked while holding up her ink tipped finger readying to unleash another brush technique. "ah! n-nothing, i mean make you more... beautiful."

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chapter 29

"(xecarinite is not as bad as goradin ink. they burn)." "(okay, stop talking about inks or do you two plan to get your head inked?)"

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Mango and True Speak - 1

He wrote a word on a piece of paper, confirming that the ink was indeed blue, and then, "this pen is red." not only the pen, but the ink on the paper, became red. that's not quite right... they were always red.

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Corruption of Whitney

Magical ink, black and red, potent enough to show through fur, and the sealing paper to go with it.

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How the Fuck Did I Get Here CH 5: Oh...that's how

It was an art pen, the kind you dip in a pot of ink to fill its reservoir and can write maybe 3 words before having to dip it again. "i don't have any ink?"

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Kiss of the Kraken

Bass watched his young apprentice go, marveling silently to himself at how good the ink smears looked in his hair and across his shoulders.

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We Stand By Him

This one i did in red ink, obviously with a bulky 0.7 mm uni-ball pen. the head is too big, a common mistake as i was transferring from furry drawing to jamie hewlett-like rip-offs.

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Aljistar's Auto-Biography

**interlude** aljistar stopped to ink his quill once more and ponder the 'clan' of shadow hoof. 'they felt that an assassin's _first_ should be memorable.

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The Tea Maid

Then you should know just how much i can expect of you." he said and picked up the quill again, dipped it in the ink-pot and return to his letter.

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Relief 7 - The Closer We Are

I inhaled his scent, a mixture of coolness from the basement, ink, paper, oil, and brass from the letter dies. anywho, i wanted to smell him.

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Chapter Two

He grabbed a rag and cleaned the ink off of his claws, feeling quite accomplished with himself.

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