Story of Link - Twilight Rejuvination
She said switching to blue ink. link flushed at the thought but shook his head. “n-no that won’t be necessary. i apologize for my mistake.” midna laughed and grinned.
Warbride
The young woman placed the pen back onto the weathered desk, the ink drying upon the circular, concentric rings of the aged wood. the crash of the ack-ack guns rattled the fixture, tipping over the ink well until the page ran with the oozing fluid.
Cassandra
Your mark is fresh, and done with bright colour, whilst mine is older and done with ink the same tone as my skin... you will have to work to find it, to see what i will become."wordlessly, she began to wash cassandra's hair.
Ruth and Merrie, chapter 2 of Ruth and Marie
Blood will do, ink will also do. i have a stamp pad around here, and we can mark our prints on each other. we could also mark our new names somehow. i think i have some contrasting ink around."
Seperated by fate.
Dante sat at his drawing desk, his artists working on the backgrounds for his book, some working on inking in final lines to help make time for release.
An Inkling of Change
His arm ached a little, a buzzing sensation still radiating from the freshly inked spot – but it felt almost pleasant. not nearly as bad as he'd imagined. “well, there you go then.
Of Snow and Ink: Part 1 - The Dream
She closed her eyes, and focused, forcing chakra into the paper and through the ink. the page gleamed, and the ink shone brightly, both on the page, and the line she drew on the instructor's chest.
Hoppers Story - Chapter Three
Hopper rubbed his ink-stained paw-pads against the towel, only getting a little of the ink off, but mainly - it would stop him from leaving wet, ink-stained paw prints on anything hopper accidentally touched.
To The Shrike
The butcher-bird is perched, like sentinel of stone - Unmovable and steady as the mountain - Upright upon a branch, protruding there alone, Standing guard against the fountain Streaming down across his lethal gaze. The butcher-bird a flash now...
The Genophaged waiting on
At the moment, the ink reflected almost nothing, only a faint heart in a darker coloration than drack's natural color. but an action or a link, and it could display anything… even palaven's flag.
A Story of Love
He sets the quill aside and puts the stopper in the ink vial, but can't help but look through her journal. he turns it back a few pages to where she started writing today.
A Curious Meeting
- lyanis himself was an anthro, bipedal gryphon ink black feathers meshing with ink black fur in its most natural way, long dark orange beak and small-scaled avian paws.