The journey of an exile ch1: Choices
Cold, humid winds battered him, carrying traces of sleet that pelted at the nictitating membranes shielding his eyes.
Catch
The eagle's powerful wings flapped just once, but a storm of wind battered rommie's body; and the braviary hopped backwards, shaft still proud between his legs.
Plummet
From the sound of the cold winds battering against the window, to the smell of dinosaur dick still on his tongue and snout.
The Gryphon Tower
The gryphon's heat left, and bitter wind battered the sweat rolling down his neck. quinn couldn't sit up. the hay didn't cushion the thump of steel-toed boots, growing louder with every step. torchlight crept over finn's belly. swallowed quinn's face.
ToFaN: Crystal Angel - Day 2: Storm
The wind creaked and groan as the wind battered at the cabin. he could only imagine how the trees might be swaying out in the woods. his attention shifted along the wall to the corner book shelf. browsing the selection of maybe 50 or so books.
Emperor's Shadow: Chapter 23
From dusk to dawn, the pounding of feathery wings passed the time, breaking apart long stretches where only the cruel whine of the wind battered her snout.
Let It Snow, Let It Spin
The tone was hopeful, but the mood was quickly turning for the depressive as the wind battered at the front door and threatened the warmth of the cozy little café.
388 The Terrible Thing
The wind batters against him as he falls, clutching the devices toward his centre of mass.
Thrown To The Dogs
Rain battered the window, and wind battered the building. it was going to be fucking miserable tomorrow. d set the solder down, and threw a pen onto the bed i was sitting on.
Return of the Lycans 4
Even with the wind battering him, there was no sound. just an endless sea of trees rolling below him. nick scrambled and fluttered as if he was falling but there was no such sensation. he was just floating, and something was guiding his path.
Scales and Honor- Viridian Night: Chapter 13
. \* lyyreth shook his head as the wind battered against his snout and pulled him from the memory of the morning. the breeze made his membranes ripple in the air, causing him to close his eyes momentarily in contentment.
Powdered Money
Rats nibbled away in the shadows, the clean concrete replaced by grime and steam that danced in the swirling storm winds, battered by fat rain and humid metro air blasting from manholes and metal grates. this was where _they_ belonged.