Business as Usual
And so nerai stood, listening to the idle birdsongs. he'd taken his first soul.
Mystic Heart Odyssey - Chapter 26
No birdsong or anything. maybe there just aren't many noisy things that live around here." "i guess," lykou said, still mildly uncomfortable. "we'll definitely want to take shifts tonight, though."
Fourth Man Left Outside
Wildflowers and birdsong filled the space instead of incense and hymn. the cool breeze through the windows where once stained glass had shone carried the smell of new grass. only one person was at prayer here.
Phoenix Destiny
The sound of birdsong and the rustle of small creatures going about their lives broke the stillness now, but it was still peaceful. alan lay down at the base of the great oak, his wings folded against his sides, and slept.
Razed - Chapter 3
Acoustic guitar and birdsong. however bad you are now, ash, you've been worse. somehow, i find that comforting. "you too ash." his words are spoken with care, soft and low. i can't respond.
Not of This World
The sound of birdsong eli had never heard before filled the air. a cool breeze rustled the leaves, carrying the smell of freshly cooked meat on it. "this...this is..." he gasped, trying to look everywhere at once with eyes as wide as apples.
The Lone And Level Sands Stretch Far Away
It makes a profound difference from the park lands back home: no birdsong. no skittering in the leaf litter. no amphibian chorus. just when i was about to say we should turn back, we climbed over a root and there they were. structures.
A New Life
She steps forward so that more of her can be seen before she flashes a wondrous smile and turns motioning with an outstretched arm to another wonderful veiw of the vale behind her, lush plant-life everywhere and birdsong in the background.
A Curtain Falls Over Furdom 41: Separation
It was far enough away to be unclear amid the forest birdsong. i got to my footpaws. i had no idea where i was, so it was easy to choose the direction of the sound as it repeated twice more.
Honeymoon Part 2: Skye
The rustle of leaves, the cheerful sounds of birdsong, and the not too distant hum of life in the burrow answered him for a long moment as he inched forward again. blue eyes scanned for more triggers as he moved forward.
Demon Hunted
Again the sound of birdsong. then, he turned away. golden robes trailing on the floor, his long tail brushing my muzzle. i realized i was holding a black robe, the same cut as theirs.
Hecho En Florida
Now that he was here, there was a faint late morning drizzle around him that did not cast up a mist, but which clung to the air like a swarm of liquid gnats, immobile with no wind in the immersive, rank, amniotic smell of damp earth, so with the absent birdsong