Bathtime, Dinnertime, Bedtime
The ashen dragon looked to one of the slaves that helped prepare the meal, a large grizzly bear, and pointed a clawed finger at him. "you. relieve them of their towels," he commanded.
What Goes Bump In the Night. Chapter Twelve.
As the doors shut behind him he already found a lit cig sealed between his lips and with it taking a fresh new breath that eased, calming his nerves as the acrid ashen smoke filled his lungs.
Just another High School Story (2)
The akita looked over at him, and he tried not meeting those rustic ashened gray eyes.
Chapter 10: Ryutai’s Training and Rohan’s Rage
Rohan said, his face ashen. (no pun intended) "what do you mean you don't know?!!" yelled kitara. "i don't remember doing this." said rohan like a small child being scolded, "i know it had to be me, but i don't remember it."
Fate's Will: Prologue
A small purple flower alone in the ashen field. despite the horrors he had just faced, stephen smiled. he slowed his pace and went to the flower. the box's vibrations increased until the fox's entire body began to shake.
A Dragon Slayer's Heart: Chapter 14 -A Fiery Interlude-
As he looked back....the dragon was gone...the sight of its tail retreating back into the black clouds was a relieving sight...but not the barren...ashen wastelands that were left....the rubble of the airships still flaming...the skies filled with
Henry Planter and the Philosopher's Dildo: Chapter 1
Derby, still ashen-faced but looking very angry, moved into the firelight. "he's not going," he said. hachron grunted. "i'd like ter see a great pruggle like you stop him," he said. "a what?" said harry, interested.
Furs in Steam Chapter 1
At the fork he stood a moment, shaking wetness from one shoulder of his ashen overcoat though it was of cured shren hide he still had the mind to take care of it the best he could.
Interspecies Diplomacy for Beginners
The lands adjacent to khazad-dûm were home to the ashen scar tribe, and they had made a habit of raiding khazad-dûm's lands for many years.
The Return of Autumn (remastered)
; the youthful lad responded to my question by shifting upward and pecking me on the lips, his form resting a top mine as his pert rear brushed against the red shaft emerging from my bulbous and ashen-dyed
Henry Rider: Clown Hunter, Chapter Thirty Three
Alarm replaced his anger, and he took a step back, eyes widening as his white skin began to turn a dull, ashen gray. "g...gr...and...pa," i croaked, feeling my strength seeping out of me. blood poured down my back.
I, Suspect
But, as the years had passed, even they too had left, drifting gradually away with the seasons, leaving only myself and my husband and the ashen fireplaces. try as i might, the fires would never burn for me.