Chapter Two: Called
_i, even i, am he that blotteth out thy transgressions for mine own sake, and will not remember thy sins._ "'come now,'" curse begins quoting, "'and let us reason together, saith the lord: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be white as snow; though
O Dragon, Corik the Black
“oh, how i laugh at thy innocence. natheless, knowst i abhor thy plan; i solely find humour in thy poor choice of lair."
Like Rock
"i would've assumed thou tried not straddling me for fear but for thy eyes, fierce when i had thy neck and just then and still now." circling, taking in his form afresh. "few would show any respect at all."
Fur-apocalypse Jason’s capture
"but ye just found out thy flaw in their plan. i am more worried about that cetrillian; ye can handle that wolf bitch. now listen to thy idea why ye shouldn't have an officer being thy body guard."
The Yiffing Man
"ye have given thee the greatest challenge i've faced as a hunter, but now, thy body is thy prize!"
A Hell Hounds Witch Part Two: A Midnight Visit
"_ _lykomedes_ licked his lips before speaking _“thy lushness makes even the most regal flowers wilt in shame and thy purl could fetch a kings ransom.
Fortune, turn thy wheel
._ _the road to mandalay_, by rob baird -- chapter 1, "fortune, turn thy wheel" --- from the shadow of my gleaming prison, i watched the caravan lurching off down the gritty road with something close to heartbreak.
A Home in the Woods
"but-" "but nothing," the dragon interrupted, "when thou return home and tell thy kin of me, what then? if thou dost not wish me harm, 'twould be no great task to find one among thy people who dost.
State
'honour thy father and mother that thy days might be long in the land that the lord thy god hath given thee.' more like 'we should cherish the love we have, we should cherish the life we live'.
'Anubis'
Accepting the indictment, i heed thy call, for thou hast come to claim my heart. then come fulfil thy pact; take from me this worn-out heart, and distil down from the loveless husk timeless sands, to lie safe in your canopic jar.
A mare may be a mayor, but she is still a mare
Come, reap thy rich inheritance of love! bask in the fondness of a mother's eye! nor wit nor eloquence her heart shall move like the first accents of thy feeble cry. haste, little captive, burst thy prison doors!
Magical Guardian
"you have naught put anything on thy paper save for a few lines and scratch marks. how whilst thy know when to apply the proper channeling of magic into thy construct if thy annotations are...well, utter nonsense?"