3--The Retreat
She stepped away, revealing a glock, two desert eagles, two dirks, some spiked gloves, and the ninja-tsu. bill grasped the glock and shoved it into his belt, "finally..."
Spirit Bound: Chapter 116
Maybe i can go some other time with your da and dirk, if dirk likes hockey." faelen looked really hurt. "come on, faelen. if you _liked_ hockey, i'd be happy to go with you, but i'm pretty sure you don't.
Jewel of the Fantasy Palace ch. 6
He walked past dirk and sat on the edge of ruby's bed, "dirk, you may leave now." dirk sat down his gifts and rushed out of the room quickly. after a few moments he started to talk, "now, i do feel a slight bit of responsibility at you getting shot.
Dad Camp Roster Update
Average | 5'7" | 8" | botanist | #04 | | | brock | elk | 36 | muscle bear | 6'5" | 9" | electrician | | | pierce | whitetail | 40 | muscular | 6'2" | 10" | fashion designer | | prince | bram | | yak | 51 | muscle bear | 6'8" | 15" | barista | #03 | | | dirk
Spirit Bound: Chapter Forty-One
Faelen and dirk always take care of it and i've been assuming faelen would always be around to continue taking care of it."
Kevin's Highschool Days: Chapter 11: Operation you don't screw with earth
Escape had been futile since he tried sneaking out before, but accidentally stepped on a broken piece of glass which woke up dirk and the other 2.
Spirit Bound: Chapter 148
It wasn't dirk, that was easy to say for sure, so it was _probably_ mr. o'conall, um, _aedan_ o'conall.
Spirit Bound: Chapter 155
dirk set their dishes back on the table and hastened over to take his 'on guard' position by his boss. nathanial nodded, slowed down, and listened with half an ear to liam as his maybe-brother akemi, ichigo, and sakura followed conor and dirk out.
Firm Hands ch.6
He did not wish this upon me, right dirk." dirk nodded as arius moved so crystal could still talk to him. she laid, propped up on a pile of pillows. she smiled weakly, "i don't look the same do i?"
Justice of Nature Prologue
He sheathed his dirk, and fingered the hilt of his machete. both blades made horrible weapons in case of combat. the dirk was short and made for slitting throats and stabbing hearts, not parrying swords, or blocking maces. the machete was too soft.
The Furry Dead (Medieval Style) Part II - Chapter 6 - Wintry Calm
Sortan's dirk zipped upward, slicing through sand and coming free as the young warrior flew into motion.
A Fain to North
With his fine traveling cloak removed his thin travel frock only partially concealed the outline of his dirk securely sheathed at his waist.