Land of Ashes: Chapter 9
"art of conjuration: urn of eternal prison!" a gargantuan urn appears in front of lyera, and the cap removes itself.
The Lost of the Marshes – Chapter 3: Home
The archaeopteryx flew away from the urn that they were holding, and onto nikili's shoulder. he was still amazed at how lightweight the massive dragon was, now.
Contemplate Hope
._ _you're not alone, now please return,_ _to thoughts of hope and not an urn._
Pets Life: Story one: Otter, Part three
Darrious and timmy entered the house silently then they both walked over to the blue urn that held timmy's hero. the otter they both had loved. darrious walked up to the urn and then gave it a rub. "rest in peace pet."
Ancestral Duty
He pointed to the urn of ashes over in the alcove. "he's been dead for a while, so revenge is more or less pointless." neira looked at the urn, and trotted over to sniff at it.
A New Dawn - Chapter 9 (All Work and No Play)
I continued to follow xavier as he walked through the large cavern, he walked round the room in a practised route lighting several large urns which lit the space up so i could see just how big this place was.
Prey Of The Wolf
You can put whatever name you want on your urn, but know that you are only getting a quarter of the ashes like master bleak is.
Comrades In Arms (Book7, Chapter9)
.** he held a futuristic looking urn in one hand and a photograph of fox and topaz with vincent in the other. "god. they couldn't just ... i mean," he trailed off and shook his head. "twincest - is that even a real word?
A Change of Vantage
Now, if you want your lord cain to do anything other than fill a cremation urn, you'll have to keep me alive." "get out! go! go...do whatever it is you do, but get out of my sight!"
Cortege
He said nothing, before bringing it up and kissing the urn, holding it as if he were scared to drop it. he then lowered it, hugging it close as he gently opened it. he looked to the plastic bag, gently removing it from the urn.
Flame's Kiss - Part Four
Scattered about the room, as if left alone for just a moment, still sat the requirements for the sacraments; while the fabrics had long since become dust, the jugs and urns remained in their places, awaiting their roles.
Gym Buddies III: Part One
Glancing down at the simple metal urn of ashes, i sighed. my breath became heavy as i wondered about him in some type of afterlife. a paw comforted my shoulder, though i didn't bother to look up at whose it was.