Embers of Dawn: Chapter 15: In the Shadow of Paws and Candor
“i'd rather hum a dirge." he muttered, bracing his hind legs beneath her crushing weight. with a grunt, he twisted, claws digging into the earth as he heaved sideways. infinity's stance faltered, her claws slipping just enough for him to slip freely.
Midline Shift 17 - Ruins of Ancient Stars
"well, it's kinda sombre-sounding, like a sort of dirge but with high-pitched synth, sort of has a whole 'we may be beaten we may be bloodied but we'll hold our heads high' sorta thing...you know?"
Gentlemen's Agreement
The game began after a dirge-like pledge of allegiance and unenthusiastic shaking of paws. pennants were exchanged and the coin tossed, winning the ball for his team to start with.
Vigilante's Code
The cryptic, icy tone that was like a cemetery dirge uttered out, filling the once steamy room with an eerie chill.
My Gym Partner's Bro, Cum-Laude (Part 2)
Blake wailed a dirge through his crooked teeth, no chance of doing less with that quarterback behind him, ramming nearly-eight up his quaking hole.
Death Trap Derelict
Lillth chants a dirge of the depths as a spiral of pale energy emanates from the pearl inside the scalloped clamshell finial of her staff.
Come Home To Me
An appropriate sound, seeming itself a dirge, both for the men who fought and died in the skies above, and for those trapped beneath the rain of lethal metal.
The Smallest of Thorns (In His Side)
You tried to cover your ears, the song that heralded your demise having grown _maddening_, but you couldn’t escape the dirge that would follow you to your fleshy grave, within this belly that had now become your tomb.
~ Cedar Hollow ~
. **\* \*** \* **_chapter three: unwelcome shelter_** kaelen drifted through town, his hooves clicking against cracked pavement, each step echoing like a funeral dirge in the brittle silence.
The Radiant Lion
The air around him, still for so long, moved with the slow parade of dozens of spirits, not in a dirge but in an processional of honorable achievement.
On Brutish Waves
Thunder rolled a three-second dirge; loud 'splats' rang in the first sheet of rain. it pelted regardless, unchanged by turtle's licks, by the nido's dick screwing his guest's.
HM-09 Who Stole My Garm?
Then andrew brought out his moon dog flute and began playing a forlorn dirge, poetic, yet calming. erina looked over the remains to try to determine the pilot's race.