Tales of the Paladin: Vander III (not complete)
He hands a face mask to the veteran paladin. "no thank you sergeant." "are you sure, sir? it is rather bad." "some creatures of evil, i do stretch the word creatures, give away their presence by smell.
Masking Mix-Up Part 1
In a raccoon mask at the front door stopped him with a wry chuckle that came out in a snicker thanks to the full-face mask. "looks like we had another mix-up. hun, we supply the masks.
Heart broken and guilty
She was still wearing the hair cap and a paper face mask from surgery, a small form was being wheeled down the hall into intensive care, a tabby cat's tail hanging down the side of the bed between the bars. "mister and misses jaquara?"
The Animal Transformation Lab
On top is her face-mask. a terrible gut feeling from me follow soon after. (bugger me! she's going to expose the project! how could i possibly be blind?!) i wear my face-mask and rush out the door to sinclair's black-and-white limousine.
Can't-Cum Quarantine
From the front, it looked like a normal, responsible face mask, but from the side... "_fuck,_" breathed duno.
Clean Break: Chapter III
One of the guards called, his face masked by a black helmet. sherra obeyed. " please, let us up." " sherra?" she looked at naska, his breathing shallow. michael had lost it completely, rocking back and forth in his seat. " please? he needs help."
I Sold My Soul To Play The Blues, Ch. 3
He was a gray-white-black malamute, almost wolf-like but for the white face mask, and his eyes were ice-blue, seeming to peer straight through me. he seemed very muscular, more than me by far.
Stay Calm
masks still seemed like just that, hysteria.
Enter Pokemon
This was the first time squirtle blushed as well his face masked in a dark purple hue. charzard moaned, "i can feel it again." squirtle begged, "please fill me up." charzard humped like a crazed god, both closing their eyes.
Death's Hand
Then he shouted into his face mask, "hey guys, save it for the barracks, k?" both of the officers jumped and hurriedly went back to work, or at least putting on a façade of work. the dwo needed to see what the jets were doing. "well, no one is following.
Zion: Light of the New Moon, Ch 5.2 Myrh
Demon of ashlai." the leopard/wolf replied, a hint of a smile showing where the cloth of his face mask creased. "point taken... but he doesn't strike me as a thaumaturgist, or as a disciple of the sickle moon." artemisia noted.
Dreams and Musings: Manta
Dressed in black robes, the man had several bottles and jars tied to him, his face masked by thick scarf. he gathered indiscriminately, taking dew, blood and body parts from the manta, young and old alike.