Ander - Chapter 5, Subchapter 72
They drank it all up with eyes the size of pottery lids. wardo didn't seem particularly troubled by the insult, though. he regarded his 'right hand wolf' with a look of utter contempt, a small smile forming around the corners of his mouth.
A New Vessel (Commission for John_doe12346)
Ari shouted, as pieces of glass and pottery landed on the floor and flew all over, making him jump backwards to avoid the razor-sharp shards... only to run into another tower of boxes.
Fighting a "Forest God"
The crack of shattering pottery voices that the top part of the jar has simply been snapped off, and it's not long before the moonshine is poured down into his gut. it's doubtful he even noticed the arrow sent uselessly sailing offcourse.
F(R)AT - Part Three: Spring Break
Fake plants and pottery were strewn about the lobby, and while they set a cohesive scene, it was hardly a striking one.
A Hunting We Will Go!, Chapter 5
And not just cups and saucers, there are all sorts of other pottery. vases, plates, bottles, and lots more."
The Lost Temple
With a quick motion, she tugged her camera out from her pocket, and began snapping off pictures and recordings as fast as she could take them, moving in and out of the outlying structures and documenting everything she could, examining pottery, walls, art
The Expedition
Remnants of tables, chairs, and pottery lined the floor. but there was nothing to help them escape. "what are we going to do, rex?"
Kioga 4: A Felicitous End
In his funny mind, he saw putting a few more coats of "clay" over it and letting it harden into a fecal pottery loincloth.
Rite of "Passages"
. ----------------------- hours later, kilara yawned and stretched, waking up slowly to the sound of her mother's pottery wheel spinning and her mother humming softly, the slick sound of wet clay echoing faintly in the cavern.
Rite of "Passages" -unfinished-
. ----------------------- hours later, kilara yawned and stretched, waking up slowly to the sound of her mother's pottery wheel spinning and her mother humming softly, the slick sound of wet clay echoing faintly in the cavern.
Olum's Pool, Chapter One
Women descend to draw water for drinking and cooking and pottery. men set off for hunts. others work at crafts, fashioning tents or salves or tapestries or armor. children run and play, shriek and stumble.
Zophie’s Whorigin (a reboot)
Looking down i see i'm ankle deep in shards of pottery. where in the hell am i? i hear something. looking around i notice movement. a pack of fearsome looking creatures tear across the ground towards me, their hooves grinding the shards to dust.