Heritage of the Blood Ch.03 - Magic, Kisses, and a Summons
"i'll spell-weave you to sleep. it will be more restorative than normal sleep, and i can unravel the weaving at any time. okay?
ACS: Cold Blood
"if i weren't here to stabilize your...let's call 'it weave'-your weave, you'd be exploding all over this room right about...now." arnold flinched. "see? no splodey." her face creased in a mockery of concern.
Day 16 - Fire
With clear effort, she gave her tribe a deep bow, her grave melodic voice weaving a song. once the last note left her lips, all the orcs moved like a single being and poundedthe earth with strong legs.
Zombiology - Orca
The zombies skull had been crushed flat and its bottom jaw weaved back and forth as it tumbled into the dark depths of the ocean. the other scattered pieces of the corpse followed at varying speeds.
Ranoria: As Fates Collide
For example, the draken had a special affinity towards metal-weaving and flame-conjuring. metal-weaving was the draken's ability to morph and mold molten metal through magic, in ways that nearly no other kin could.
Reckoning
Another shift of her focus and a quick weave tied the weather patterns directly to her blade.
Prologue
A cool breeze dips and weaves its way through the trees. as the stars begin to appear, and as the night chill begins to bed down, a rip materializes under the harvest moon.
(Prolouge) One Hell of a Trick
Darkness was her element, which meant that all the spells she weaved had some property of shadow to them-however small it may be.
Chance Encounter
With each passing day, their bond grew stronger, the threads of their souls weaving together to form an unbreakable connection.
Ander - Chapter 3, Subchapter 10
He went to the trouble of masking the scent, but if anybody saw them with it, they'd know immediately that something strange was going on, for no wolf could weave something like this, which was neither animal pelt nor coarse sheet of nettle yarn.
Beat the Ninja Girl 4
Miss prim weaves from side-to-side, her feet kicking up sand in a bright display of splashing particles. "she was a fast one, indeed," miss prim says, "but she had no style.
Taste of Defeat 1
He closes his eyes and dodges, weaving like a graceful dancer, from the tip of his frills to the end of his tail, he is like beauty in motion. but lactania is not just a boisterous powerhouse.