Final Rites
Final rites chapter 1 â€" routine mission the winds of war had passed... the sun rose over the immensely beautiful hills and valleys of mobius, the capital planet in the mobian system.
Rite of Replication
"the rite of replication is done", said the kobold with the crown. for the first time, the newly created kobold understood what they said. the magical bonds were removed. the newly created kobold was no longer related to the surface dwellers.
Rite of Passage
The fir trees bowed and rippled with the rush of wind and air that were pushed down beneath broad white wings. Riana'Tharrul swung her hind legs down and gracefully slipped between the ancient giants, avoiding the large hanging branches that reached...
Rite to the Tribe
"do you understand the rite of passage you are about to partake in?" "yes."
Rites of Becoming
They knew you would be blooded today, and so they called on me to come see to your rites. know this: the rites you receive tonight mark you as reavers of your tribe, males destined to become great slayers.
Rite of Passage
The rite of passage had been really rough but maybe this new club wasn't that bad after all.
Rite of Age
The rite of adulthood was as simple as it could get, at least in words. use all of the tools at your disposal to create patterns in your own tusks.
The Rites of Slaanesh
The rites of slaanesh carlos glanced nervously over his shoulder at the door leading back to the hold. even through the thick plasteel, he could hear them – howling and hissing and rattling their bars.
Roman Rite
It was a beautiful spring day. Though the air was still cold the moment a breeze came, today was so still that the sun's weak, early rays warmed every surface, from brick buildings and plants yearning for light, to the fur and skin of the people...
Blood Rite
The otter admired his handiwork for only a moment longer before hefting neema's falchion, he turned to find the survivors of the initiation rite.
Rite of Passage
Or, well, you _will_be once you go through the rites!" the raccoon exclaimed, opening the entrance flap wide enough to let sunlight spill in, burning the otter's weary eyes. still a little out of it, kobi pulled his blanket over his head.
The Rite of Gorgos
**the rite of gorgos** written by leo\_todrius supported by my patrons an eerie quiet permeated the hillside.