Till Death 1

The ancient cracked woodcarvings on the pillars and rafters had been part of the house since medieval times, their lines lit with soft yellow electric lamps made to resemble candles.

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Tales from the Foxhole: Chapter 8

"lance, your woodcarving is incredible! it has a nice contemporary feel to it. you seem to be good with your hands when it comes to crafting things. how long have you carved stuff for?"

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Yours to Bear - Chapter 4 (No Watersports Version)

Dusty sat himself down to do some woodcarving and kit had a moment to restring his bow. he noticed it was getting worn and was aiming to fix that. moss had the most surprising hobby that kit had just recently discovered.

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Yours to Bear - Chapter 4

Dusty sat himself down to do some woodcarving and kit had a moment to restring his bow. he noticed it was getting worn and was aiming to fix that. moss had the most surprising hobby that kit had just recently discovered.

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13 - Dusk to Dawn

He neglected to mention the woodcarving he had been working on, though, which he still had in his pocket, waiting for just the right moment to give it to her. he didn't just tell her of business banalities and domestic concerns, however.

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A Good Smell; A Nice Voice

He looked to the left, staring at a woodcarving leaning against the wall. it was a pitri face painted with bright phoenix feathers. kabakir said to the carving, "i killed her. not on purpose, but it was my fault just the same.

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La Curandera III - My Old Self

The dusky coyote looked up from his woodcarving project and checked the horizon. "three o'clock, and nothin's fuckin' happening," he muttered, yanking once on the little rope that connected him to the post office.

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Snows of Colossus: Part 1

"you do woodcarving?" the larger male looked up, then glanced toward the desk. he flashed that grin of his. "i didn't say?" xavis shook his head. he thumbed over his shoulder. "did you do the ones out there?" "i did," orsin confirmed.

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The Dragon In The Dungeon: Never Alone

In a way, it was like a woodcarving, simple lines stacked atop each other until at last they formed a greater image. simplistic in a way, yet beautiful and moving nonetheless. it was tranquil, really.

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Snows of Colossus: Part Two

He would tell orsin to clean the kitchen better after making a meal, or to not leave his woodcarving scraps on the ground without sweeping them up, or to cover his mouth better when he sneezed.

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Snows of Colossus: Part 2

He would tell orsin to clean the kitchen better after making a meal, or to not leave his woodcarving scraps on the ground without sweeping them up, or to cover his mouth better when he sneezed.

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Snows of Colossus: Part One

"you do woodcarving?" the larger male looked up, then glanced toward the desk. he flashed that grin of his. "i didn't say?" xavis shook his head. he thumbed over his shoulder. "did you do the ones out there?" "i did," orsin confirmed.

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