Moaning Mansion
Nezzy slammed into the wall and slid along its antique finish, side-walking along until he came to rest.
Mistaken Identity
The antiquities bureau agreed to share the findings." "you know the politics involved." professor smyth shook his head wearily.
Dreamscape
An antiquated insult, but one they used nonetheless. in the dreamscape, "fur-fag" had found his place. one where he is what he is in his mind, that strange mixture of bear and man.
[Character Profile] Genbu-ou
Firm-handed, kind-hearted, and a tad naive towards the workings of the modern world, his values and morals stem from a time long set back in antiquity.
Payback is a Bitch!
Lit interior of the shop, he closed the door behind him and waited a few minutes to let his eyes adjust to the dark and dingy interior of the shop, from what he could see it seemed like it was some kind of antique shop, rows and rows of shelves with nick nacks
Reawakened
Tidy antique desk.
Filling the Void - Chapter Fourteen
The bike's vintage hovered in that uncomfortable no-man's land between too old to be modern and too recently-made to be antique, and its price had reflected that ambiguity.
Apex City - Soaring Gluttony
The antiquated aircraft soared upward and then came in an easy curve down towards the extended platform.
Sword Play - At one with the Blade
The sword itself was a rare antique in itself but the real "treasure" wasn't revealed until he drew the blade from its sheath and released the spirit called kiyoko.
A Curtain Falls Over Furdom 9: Station
The store had a mixed effect of old, antique-style decorations and new displays of products. the single upright zombie shuffled towards us. faster. the goat huffed and groaned, drops of gore hung around the muzzle.
Red Twilight World Walker Chapter 4 the Man Called Devil
From there it is still an hour's ride back to his antique shop, 'devil's antiques: gifts, and taxidermy' is the name over the door. it's a two story shop, full basement.
Be careful what you buy on the internet
When it was finally time to visit the antique shop, i was hanging on by a thread. i was dog far more than human now, and what was left of my human self could only retain control for a few minutes at a time at most.