Pearls
The t'rell was laying a wreath into the water when it happened. trantor turned and recognized instantly the tail and pointy ears so well known as those of the t'rell. he froze, and watched.
Warm And Fuzzy (1/5)
_a flower wreath. a fucking flower wreath._ laughter busted out from the chars around him - some purely mirthful, some with a more derisive tone. and drez could only stand there, his face burning as hot as he'd ever felt it.
You Huff Like a Vixen
Sunflower had killed him, usurped him, and now wore his magic bracers, now held his correspondence in his paw, now was wreathed in a dry, clean cloak of his.
Searching for Galahad Part Two
Yosshi held a basket of flowers in the crook on one elbow and leaned against the trunk while her friend sat at her feet, legs folded to the side, a daisy wreath in hand. a simlar wreath crowned yosshi's head.
Kingdom Come: Homunculi Hoard
The shaman left to fetch another wreath to adorn the face as the last right of the dead. inside grom, the piece of bart implanted in the hulking brute had sprouted.
Chapter 1: Awaken, The Brotherhood
A blue stylized wreath of a sort, a sword pointing up through the wreath, three individual gears in a copperish color in the background, two on the left of the blade, one on the right.
The Subjective Nature of Justice, and Also Deliciousness (M/M Gryphon soft vore)
Milo grey is a wreathed judge, permitted by the empire of seraphia to act in the name of its glorious emperor.
Care Bears Family Adventures, Book 4: Chapter 46
**" no-heart shot a bolt of lightning wreathed in black flames right at true heart. it struck the crystal, shattering it! but the light didn't fade.
In the Absence of light...
The only thing she could see was the small wreaths of what looked like smoke, slowly trial across the ground. she felt so scared. but at the same time. a part of her felt very at home in this dark void.
The Drumming
Sheltered in the dark drumming from beneath devoures as it calls hidden from view helpless call demon wreathed in nightmares an angel cloven hoofed union of ages gone beware the river of broken promise riddles spun from there bones there
For Dwale
Our hope can only reach for ends - to wit, to see you wake and meet a mind too keen to weed a garden clean - for we exhaled when you breathed in that breeze, and flowers wreathe your sleeping
A Pure Winter - medium poem
The wreaths hang on doors and walls. lights of many colors are twinkling, beneath a thin layer of snow and ice. heavily decorated trees litter homes and streets.