Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 110
Shadows passed by on his left and right, carrying torches that spluttered and flickered as flakes of snow fell past them, torches that threw even more shadows across the ground and between the trees, trees that leaked inky black shadows that slowly spun around
The Eternal Forest - Chapter II
They froze as his torch caught the eyeshine of imminent death.it lurched at him, closing the distance with supernatural speed.
Matheau and Beijore XII: The Ritual
When matheau was in the center of the torches, beijore began to pace around the torches slowly. she started to chant in the ancient draconic tongue, building her magical energies.
Take Him To The Pit - Chapter One
He took one of each of the torches and poles, placing them to one side.
Become (commission for Jerrett)
"i'm just saying we should have probably brought a torch." no sooner had he spoken the last word than his eyes spotted a torch hanging from a wall nearby. his paw instinctively rose towards the object, but then froze.
The Guardian: Chamber of Trials
A sign that perhaps he did pass out for a day or so now that the torches before him where extinguish. gathering up the extinguished torches he tried using two of them as splints within his sling.
A Warriors Tale: Part 7
Medros lowered his torch slowly, looking down and then stooping to pluck the fallen torch from the ground, holding both in his left hand as he straightened back up.
Hasquet request: Chapter 3
I got a torch and two rocks. i swiped the two rocks together a few times until the torch lit with fire. "wow!" \_\_\_\_\_ said on awe. "how did you do that with just two rocks?" "some human skills just have to be learnt to be approved."
Translating Shadows
Nothing glowed inside the tent and her bed was empty, save the torch. she stepped in and picked up the torch with her free paw, shining it into every corner. everything was as she'd left it. she headed back outside, torch and bucket still in paw.
Zion: Light of the New Moon, Ch 5.3 Myrh
He held up two paws, spreading his fingers wide as he shouted out three syllables; an enormous fan of flame shot out of his spread fingers, setting fire to the torches from one end of the hall to the other, "twenty three torches... one spell."
Ragnarok - XII
The torch had run its course and had begun to imitate the sun, when from the first watchman that it had visited there came a shout.
Welcome to My Parlor
He parried with the torch and hopped back, but she was on him now, and kicked him in the gut. dropping the torch, he doubled over with a wet hiccup. the fire she pitched into a corner. "now, i-" the weasel dove between her legs.