Lost in Translation
The other disciple looked much more like a member of his own tribe. she was didn't look _quite_ like any canine he'd ever met, but still somewhat related.
The legend of a warrior; Chapter 90 - Into Darkness
But how could he betray his daughters, his disciples, everyone he loved and that he had promised to protect...?
Promises Chapter One
Yet the devious martonis and his disciples had been killed a century ago, hung in the gallows, and with his last breath shikaru told the angry villagers that one day he would return and seek his vengeance.
Azerite Language Notes
Mair-bene-dov: maiden's disciple thun-skar-dov: sapphire disciple alem-geni-dov: tinkerer's disciple ma-kin-dov: matriarch's disciple ... and so on.
The Furry Rebellion: Judgment
At the top we arrived to see a disciple of the seer... odd she looks so damn familiar. the disciple then turned around... **silver?** **the seer is expecting you. she felt you as you entered known space in a 10 mile radius.
The legend of a warrior; Epilogue - Towards Eternity
Each cushion belonged to a disciple, and the smaller ones to some of their daughters or concubines or other servants, who were tasked with taking care of the needs of the disciple as well as of the emperor.
The legend of a warrior; Chapter 84 - The Mighty One
"looks just like a juicy bit of candy... one tasty morsels containing the strength of hundreds of gods and thousands of disciples and billions of mortals..."
Zion, A Reader-Driven Story (pre-write)
Ancient techniques passed down from master to disciple are pitted against modern street-fighting and newer ways of the warrior.
Sombra's Pies
"you have brought me a fine selection my disciple, and one from each of the pony races. where did you get them?" the yellow stallion smiled and slowly turned his eyes to meet sombra's before answering. "never mind where i got them.
The legend of a warrior; Chapter 65: Disciples and Sanctuary
._** **chapter 65 - disciples and sanctuary ** ** ** "i struggle to believe that this sword was forged by mortals.
The Mook Maker, Interlude 8: The Conqueror
Only his own disciples knew better. still, he didn't need them. he wasn't afraid.
Priests of the Field - chapter 07
Once the acolyte had drunk it, over the course of the next day, the new disciple's skin would grow brittle and papery.