Broken Words: Chapter 7
His tail twitched as a light bucolic breeze passed by him, reminding him of the day before when he sat lethargically against his mother's car.
Refuge - Chapter 5: Closure
The trees on either side diffused the sunlight, trunks arcing high above like a bucolic cathedral. casey strolled at a comfortable pace at first. his brows lowered a little. why wasn't nora waiting for him?
Summer Heat
She looked to the clock on the wall, its face painted with a bucolic rural scene, and tried to make herself calm down. there were swans, hayfields and a cheerful fox farmer in a checkered shirt that was open halfway down his chest.
The right fit for a King
Each step in his progression brought along more gold along the cornice, more oiled furniture by his left and right, and more paintings of the king in bucolic pastures.
The First Penitatas - The Lives That Follow
The penny asked back, regretting it immediately as korat chose that moment to become especially bucolic. the mongrel's spluttering finished with a breathless moan from the man and a thick, ruddy gob of mucus in his hand.
Vast, Our World and Our Resolve - Chapter Eight
The scene was a picture out of his most hackneyed bucolic daydreams.
Vocational Retraining: Chapter 2
Turning around, and around, i drank the sight of my bucolic surroundings with awe, the thrive of nature seeming a given to whomever would lay their eyes on this place as i currently was.
Heaven on the 7th Floor
By the time i was finished rachel looked like i could have poured her into a bucket, her eyes were closed and she had a bucolic smile on her muzzle. tapping the instep of her feet indicating her first session was complete.
The Dogs: Ask Now the Beasts
Most of the animals now in december are gone - some spare crows, a lonely cardinal to complete a bucolic scene of appalachian christmas - and the owl.
A Dash for Freedom, part 2
His head was already full of pleasant pictures of bucolic walks and leisurely dinners with his friend. he had already forgotten the grisly scenes that would await them upon their return. he bowed his head, shamed by his own frivolity.
Aren't We Friends?
Between them and the mountains, it was nothing but bucolic land stretching over rolling hills, untouched by the city. "wow," saber said with awe. "this is beautiful, aislin."
Tsar: Chapter 1- The Fish Market
The kind of idyllic visage one might find in some bucolic scene put to paint and canvas. only this was just how the people dressed here. nothing gaudy or unnecessary. just a simple utilitarian attire for the task at hand. "hello, tyr!