Our Slutty Day
Sugar was a cross breed between a black swan and a black jaguar. basically, if anyone saw her, they would drop dead and just admire her perfect form.
47 - Down Below
'black swan.' he said. 'so, wings, a long neck, or maybe webbed feet?' he wiggled his toes to see if they felt different. iphigenia giggled. 'you'll just have to try it all.' conchim gasped.
The Many Weapons of An Assassin - Part 1
A black swan feather is dropped over his shoulder. he takes the feather for a moment, as though studying it for authenticity before placing it gently on the table. he reaches into a pouch on his belt and retrieves a white swan feather.
Companions Chapter 04: The Link
She looked like a big black swan swimming on a brilliant green lake. she continued humming and picking at a blade here and there. "you can come out, dear, i won't bite," she said, when she caught me watching her through the window.
ROI - Chapter 9: The Declared
Two bluejays, a black swan and a nutcracker. spiel had lost count since their departure from the outpost. the grosbeak soldier felt tired, eyes grew heavy and feet and hands stung by the ice.
Chapter 5: The Shadows Do Whisper
It was phenomenally beautiful--a black swan, glinting and gleaming, its neck swept upward and bill opened slightly. the eyes were rubies, throwing tiny pinpricks of blood red light.
Chapter 8: The Cornered
"sergeant wallis waxer of the black swan company. at your service. it is an honour to meet the saviour's finest." "at ease, sergeant," valeran spoke out, gesturing the man to put down his arm.
Warmaster Jack: JACK & DARZ
I was mentally rehearsing fall of the black swan, from yashovem, when i felt it; a tingle down my spine, a tiny hint of magic.
Dirty Laundry. Chapter Twenty Five.
“we’re going to see the black swan!” she had made plans. was hoping for a future, for them, for the wolves where she could go see a play with a… human?
Hey Mister, Bring Me a Little Fox!
Save for the absence of feathers, the motion of her raised arm resembled a black swan spreading its wings. whoa! the shopkeeper recovered. “miss, i’ll fetch our female assistant, i—” “that would be too slow.”
Vincent
It came to him like a black swan, a shadowy nightmare, and his memory of the tiger came back to him. tears ran down his face as the pain came back with the memory, the fiery whiplash of pain that burned.
Chapter 6 - Sunday
"we could have a little tyre garden instead of a rock garden, or a flock of black swans out front." then she shook her head. "but we'd have to lug this thing all the way back, and i think neither of us can be bothered doing that."