Bite Down
. \*\*\* then one summer he was down by the tracks leading south out of the city, in the fields where the sunflowers grew tall and proud, their heads heavy with seed for the meadowlarks and tanagers that wheeled and perched and cried
On the Nature of Dragons: Ferocity
"... hold close the song of the meadowlark..." * * * "i told you it'd still be standing." leof punched braun's shoulder playfully. "i'll be damned," he laughed, shaking off the blow. "it really is."
What I Know
The lilting promise of the meadowlark. full of spring and harbingers of things. giving this place a 'youth' that shouldn't realistically be there. the station was decades old, probably. he didn't know how old this place was, exactly.
Mine and Yours Part 1
The sweet, high warble of meadowlarks singing their morning song serenaded his ears, and as cheerful as the music was, the dawn's early golden light streaming through the stained-glass window also brought a towering sense of dread._ **_'no... it's too soon
A Refined Evening
With a steady hand, i slowly reached out to the meadowlark and caressed its head. "hey there, little one..." i spoke softly.
Demiurge/Reader Chapter 1
The meadowlarks call to one another and butterflies swim through the air, their wings like little fragments of stained glass.
Demon Love #1 - Summoning
meadowlark park was vast, and the most privacy they were likely to get.
Sympathy for the Devil
In the field behind the prison, i learned quickly, there are meadowlarks. this sort of thing, you know--when you see life not really quite as life is but as an impressionist painting with bright colours and nothing but happy people.