How To Tune A Vixen

dirge of the dead god... a songbook. the dirge of the dead god is written in a language no longer spoken, so faith could not even attempt to read any of it, however the actual sheet music is still readable by anyone.

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Keeps and Kobolds

"let's start things off with a dirge of doom and-" he didn't get a chance to finish before one of the dragon's talons swung down, intending to cut the young kobold in two. but doomclaw felt her talon stop, as if hit by some immovable wall.

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Paladin of The Dark Sun, Chapter 4: New School, Old Feelings

Rebecca could have sworn that she could hear alix's heart beating out a dirge. 'blast it,' rebecca thought. 'this is going to be harder than i thought. looks like more of the rumors were truer than mr. son'stygia was letting on.'

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Master's Pet (NaNoWriMo project)

Prologue: The vast room slowly filled with furs of all ages, as it did muted, excited voices began filling the void in anticipation of what was to come. It wasn't long before the excited chatter was replaced with the joyful screams of cubs playing,...

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The Redridge Pack

Like a macabre puppet show, they danced over the stone, giving chaotic form to the unsettling dirge of laughter and feasting reverberating within the den. i tried not to look at the creatures, for fear of catching their attention.

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Mrs Robinson

Long as he could before at last he was in front of the neighbors door his finger hesitantly hovering over the door bell, with one deep audible gulp of air he forced his finger against the button as a chime sounded that felt for the youth more akin to a dirge

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Into the Fold(s)

One indifferent little huff, softly ruffling her disheveled, glistening fur, didn't seem any more damning than the previous dirge of sighs overhead the last few minutes. just another reminder of what lay ahead.

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Furside - Chapter 3, Primal

That's what he thought of alcohol though he drank it from time to time, a dirge, a threnody, a lament used to cover the noise of life with something a little less harsh in tone. minutes passed like hours and hours like small pieces of eternity.

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Getting Drunk (Again)

The growling gurgle was constant and ever-present, a dirge that was accompanied by a beating heart. the tingling of the fluids around your form grew to a slight acidic burn.

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Assassin p1

The large grandfather clock rang out its resounding dirge. everyone's heart sank as each tone sounded and echoed throughout the house, leaving utter silence in its wake. the final bell fell as mr. neski flopped down upon the couch.

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On the Run

When he finally spoke, it was more a whisper, like a prayer or a dirge.

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a hero's sacrifice one shall stand one shall fall

Ramjet, thrust, dirge, the constructions, and soundwave run towards astrotrain.

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