Like Glass
Alex drifted through the bleak back alley pubs for many years, listening to the wails of amateur musicians, voyeuring the works of drunken painters, watching the short wick of other sketchers sputter in the grip of their own vices.
Portrait Of A True Knight
The painter pup blushed so hard even her tail and paws turned pink, her eyes narrowing as she took in the sight of his lithe form.
A Gift for Dad
The wolf waved his arm, and the screen transitioned to a bright painters tape blue. his voice returned, and white bolded text began to run across the screen.
Pink Skin
"nonsense i find nothing wrong with examining the fine fair of this beautiful land, such as no painter finds fault in displaying the wonderful beauty of a female form in his work" archibald laughed, a noble born boxer he had a sort of way around women
Ch.24 Lesson Eighteen. Human / Equine Comunications
The painters were just leaving, a nice soft gray colored the walls.some new pieces of furniture took up the space. "hi son!" came the call from the kitchen.
I Love You, That's All. (Illustrated)
Like a painter, kezhon carefully selected his next candle, a shimmery white hue that dripped off in short streaks and stayed hot several seconds longer, which allowed it to streak down her body.
Work Break
I shot a glance over to rachel, still plugging away with her cellular phone, punching in a text message with the patience of a painter composing a masterpiece.
Chpt 16- War Diaries I
Turns out he is quite the painter._ _the unicorn mare, misty is of a different nature. she belongs to luna's night guard. her demeanor is, i don't want to say cold but she can be rather distant. either way she seems to have taken a shine to me.
wander ~ Chapter 7
He was content to just sit there and thumb through whatever book he'd grabbed on the way in (i tried to sneak a look at the cover, but all i could see was that characteristic painterly style of art you always see on high fantasy novels) while i went through
Lykos - 09 - Dark Covenant
The walls showed signs of posters being lovingly taped up and hastily pulled down, leaving blue strips of painter's tape and torn triangle corners of posters. the air was hazy and thick and the reason was clear.
Price of Life: Chapter III
Her tongue skirted across the pink nub as a painter's brush would a canvas. it felt heavenly. she imagined it was dante nibbling on her breast so delicately. to feel his tongue upon her body was a heavenly thought. but all was not well.
Jesters Chapter 1
Scent is all-too-forgotten by you painter types." raising her hand, she performs the precise motions for a protective spell.