Sylvari 3
Reaching deep within himself, he blows out a considerable wreathe of flame, the glowing blue membrane under his scales lighting up in the night sky along with the blue flame that lights up the night.
Locker Room Tales - Sauna Session - (Short)
Peering through the steam, he saw his best friends - who all languidly sprawled as naked as the day they'd been foaled, wreathes of steam swirling. "urgh - " ebony moaned theatrically, placing the back of his hand against his forehead.
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Triangular ears stood erect on his head, a broad muzzle blended between otter and fox was tipped with a thick warm black wet nose wreathed in short stiff whiskers sprouting from white smudges of fur.
Fire and Ice - Chapter Five - The Fallen Knight
Sir kathis grimaced and set his face like that of a statue, a look of resolute, even calmness overcoming him, then he was wreathed in flames.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 44
Hundreds of eyes, each of them wreathed in hellfire. they shifted back and forth, merging, fusing, becoming one with the inferno.
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"you will not move when flame wreath is cast, or your raid blows up!" jillian laughed, pouncing on another drow, summoning another flame wreath. the drow held as still as possible, before jillian headbutted him into the flames.
Happy Luna Has Chill Day
As soon as it ends, the purple unicorn is left with a bright red face and a wreath of flowers having magically appeared on her neck.
Riddle of the Cups
Motes of mana broke away from her fur and circled around her in a gentle orbit, splitting and multiplying until constellations wreathed her. eventually the air around her reached its saturation point, and with nowhere point of escape, it built up.
Betrayal (Kreet - 38)
And, over all, was a figure all in ebony, naked but wreathed in silver hair, guiding the drow forth. it filled kreet with awe, and obviously did so for kallid and even sigmundurr. "wow," he said.
Zoolatry - A Short Story About Us
Her tails are held high over her backside, wreathing her black clothes in golden fur. she gazes into the distance, with eyes that are ruby red, yet, not so different-looking from my own.
A Joyous Interlude
Thicker even than the wreaths, garlands and baubles draped ostentatiously from every ancient balustrade, around every crooked doorway and within each frost-rimed window.
Blood Rose-20
My little sister used to put these little daisy wreaths in it. he was a really big, strong guy but really nice. he was patient to a fault. i got along with him alright.