Monster Hunter: A New World

With each step i could feel a subtle vibration in the sand as if something was stalking me from close by. as i picked up speed so did my pursuer.

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Heart of Winter: DnD Game Lore

Most offspring are still full-blooded sand dragons even with a non-dragon parent.

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Dune Bugger

His arms flailed in the sand, trying to find something to grip onto, the sand useless for such a purpose.

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Big Days on Holiday

She didn't rise to her feet to greet the panda, but turned herself where she lay upon the sand.

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Chapter 8 Life and The universe

“Are you happy with where you are? Are you satisfied with what you have made of your life?” Kalokin’s mask held a casual, relaxed look currently, but Shou sensed a deeper edge to this question. It struck her then that Kalokin seemed like the type who...

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Runaway Experiment Redux: Part 3 - Relocation

Then the dragoness was being dragged along the sand towards the pier, but she was only visible for a second before she was pulled beneath the sand. the otter lifeguards snapped out of their stare as mira went under the sand.

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Crumbling Apart

"are you, like, totally made up of sand or what? that's crazy!" the door swung closed after them, though her concentration faltered, her body crumbled, sand-like grains streaming from her shoulders, down her arms, losing both for a moment.

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So Drop Your Gun - Prologue - Part 1

A certain mixture of yellow and white, pale pink and brown, yielded the sand.

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Sands of the West Chapter 2: Redfang

His feet had disappeared into the sand where he stood, and the sand itself was flowing in on itself, drawing the lucario slowly toward the center of the now newly formed sand funnel.

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Beach Bum - Just A Typical Day

First, he was eager to find the right place to set up in the sand.

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Unnatural Selection

The sand couldn't feel any better against his sore hide, left with uncomfortable marks from the old wooden bench back at the bus stop.

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Out of His League

She dumped him on his back in the sand, and, thinking he was free, tried to scramble to his feet only for pyre to squat over him and hold him down with a firm, clawed hand planted over his chest.

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