Spirit of the Sands
Rifle in hand all through the night he sees the targets through his sites they try to run, covering their head for when he pulls the trigger they all fall dead those who are spared by his hands will know the spirit of the sands.
Parts 3&4: A dream, or a vision? and The crossover
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Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Thirty
While he ate, the pup sculpted the sand around him. he dragged his fingers through the sand, making furrows. vakaal lifted his hand, and the furrows rose to follow. sand poured across itself to build the little mounds higher.
Getting Sand Where It Does Belong
One of the mons with the second trainer told him he was like getting sand where it doesn’t belong - a metaphor that sank in pretty well, it wasn’t anything he did, it was just the way sand was, it could get into just about anything and wherever it wasn’t wanted
The Fox General: Tea on the Sands
White sands sifted around me, blown down from a nearby towering dune. i couldn't breathe, i pinched the bridge of my muzzle and snorted, spitting out clumps of sandy mucus.
Taking Things Too Far: The Wrapped Sand Fox
The tibetan sand fox twisted his short muzzle left and right, his golden eyes reading the dimly lit numbers on each warehouse. the fox kept his stoic expression even despite becoming frustrated.
FUN IN THE SUN
After frosty applied the cream, they all got up and ran into the water, ouching and jumping as the hot sand scorched their feet pads.
Tomac the Hunter or Her Fire, Her Light
A whole belong to brekna, aka benedict cover art by benedict benedict-blitz: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/benedict-blitz breknaexcation: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/breknaexcation in the days of darkness before via,there was a hunter born with sand
Salt, Sea and Sand (Commission for JamesFoxes)
"god-damn it," bryce muttered, flopping back into the wet sand.
Shifting Sands
She kicked dry sand over her waste as she rose dropping her skirt into place. she made her way to the fire pit and threw fresh sand over it. together they gathered the gear and loaded up the camel.
Chapter 3: A Touch of Sand and Heat
I would have thought sand would have discharged it... may nodded. "spraying things with high-velocity sand is a quick way to build up electricity... we just modified the theory a little bit by having manic do the work instead of the sand."
Poem: The Wars Of Forgotten Memories
The winds fade within the sands of tomorrow, their cries becoming silent within the days of new, wishing for the new hope to be shown through the memories of new...