The Roxas Chronicles I
The warriors raised their spears and shields as they chanted "be gone from our village". the solemn beat went on as roxas walked through the path; the exact same path anubis exited.
Corruption Story: NOT on Vacation
Considering the crackling of the fire, the loud chanting - which was the thing that drove him out of bed anyway - and the laughter from the rest of the group as they drank up, it was kind of amazing that the chant could be heard on the other side.
Of Warlords and Pleasures: Queen Silth's Brood, the Marlfoxes
Fernflower pulled her paw away, chanting: "someday the gates of dark forest you will see, but heed my words, listen to me.
Dark Desires
He watched as var's chant and cum began to change his former friend.
Capra is Calling
Crickets chirping... owls hooting... distant wolves howling at the moon... rhythmic chanting interspersed with bleating... \>wait. what?
Red Fur, Green eyes, Suicidal tendencies.
He could feel the incessant chanting more than he could hear it, pounding inside his head like an oversized, out of tune drum. discordant. pulsating in his brain like a dying star.
Just for this moment
Boq started chanting as he passed his paws over the old bag, green sparks erupted from his claw tips as he started to pull the old tangled threads of magic from the bag. he chanted harder louder and the sparks that erupted from his clawtips started to sink
Something in the Water II: The First Communion with Their Lord
Equitius continued his rapid chanting, the dialect perfectly coherent now to his convert.
The rite of initiation
The cougar was carried and placed on the table, holding its limbs with strong ropes, while the rest of the family congregated around and began to sing bleak chants.
Underwear Party!
Attila began to chant, everyone else soon followed as kin kept dancing teasingly showing his rear off every now and then as the room was filled with the whole party chanting "take them off, take them off!"
Team Spirit
The chant dies off as it's apparent the wolf is done and didn't take his advice but the crowd doesn't move away.
The Broodmage Saga: Prologue
The snow leopard started to grind her hips gently, rhythmically, against the smooth bark of the tree she was tied to, thrusting out her chest as she chanted.