Mice in the Wolves' Den

And to my great dismay, i notice the wall is etched with the unmistakable furrows of mouse claws - mementos left by earlier captives. the wolf turns to leave, but pauses, then turns back.

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A Few Weeks After

The fiery monkey had evolved just a few weeks ago, the young trainer still had the battle with roark etched into his head. of course, he wouldn't have been able to take down the gym leader without the help of his new friend, luxio.

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Potions I

Elwin looked as though he was studying the creamy, luminescent contents of the vial, but he had been busy studying the writing etched onto the glass.

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Mind Control Tales

A steel collar encircled his neck, with '#03459' etched into the metal. the new arrival was a badger, and as kyle looked at him, he realized he recognized him as the badger from his memory. but in his memory, he hadn't been this big...

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Tendrils in the Dark (Prologue Pt. 1)

Red lines, in swirling designs like flames or tribal tattoos, began to etch themselves into the solidifying, rubbery goo, covering everything, from feet to neck, besides his head.

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Witch Blood - 04

A stone arch had been built over the gate and arcane symbols were etched into its surface.

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Retreat from Bastogne

The etched fins of the fighter's intake and exhaust vents were purposely designed to create super-sonic whistles that damaged the earring of the anthropomorphics'.

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As The seasons go by

We etch our names into history with a valor knife. the numbing winter goes over us. the quenching summer blows past us. your scarlet dress is like the red full moon. i demolish the wall of doubt between us.

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1. (DSV Nautica) Launching of a Legacy

The hull etched with the trademark veins of will energy.

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Legends of Mundus Ch 6-7

They etched hieroglyphics that showed how to manipulate the elements and to form magic. "we leave these secrets to our children "they inscribed in glowing letters.

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Poem, The filth

The echoes etching into the eardrums. a rope around the neck, tignten just right to dig deep and burn. as they read me the rights for which i have had taken. the people watch in fear this will be them. i shall say my words, without a beat.

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