A Royal Recruit
You drop the torch, and as you look down to the floor as the torch rolls out of reach, you notice that your footpaws are way too small to fit inside your greaves. they don't even support your digitigrade anatomy. the dragon is silent.
Location Matters.
Cru walked down the corridor of her dungeon, a torch held up to light the path and burn away some of the cobwebs. she stopped in front of a dust-coated mirror and examined herself. she was a spotted hyena female and proud of it.
Flame's Kiss - Part Two
I only have three more torch heads, and one meal ration left for lyra and me…" he stepped away from the wall, walking towards the centre of the chamber.
The Tribe - 7
The bonfire wasn't lit, and the only light came from a couple torches near the tents and the now-full moon. as soon as mako left the tent, the entire tribe fell silent.
Perils of Dungeon Delving
"damn it's hot," sera huffed, letting the torch fall to the ground. there was more lichen and fungi glowing on the walls so even with the dying light of the torch, it was still pretty easy to see. "fuck, it really is," emery groaned.
Black and Silver
He was suddenly in a deep hallway made of golden yellow bricks, torches illuminating the hall. as expected from a dream, kana just goes with the flow.
Sierra in World DXLI: Daedalus' Labyrinth
She sprayed it in front of her, creating a pink mist, and held the torch away as she stepped through it.
Domestic Dobies II - A Bent Over Christmas Special
"there's a torch in the back of the car in case i have to change a tire in the dark, and there's a ladder going up on the end of the house." "alright..."
A Saxhleel Story: prologue
When the moons had fallen beneath the horizon and the torches were but embers. that was when the shadows, red eyes burning like fire, emerged. she and methodically thry moved into the village. no sound.
Chapter 2 - Change of all things
She must not be left in this darkness.* he gathered a small pile on top of the torch she had brought with her.
The Wolves of Gryning: Chapter 15
And even though the air was stale, and the torch prone to burning out, he never struggled to breathe under the hill.
Chronicles of the Borderline: Chapter IV
-don't exaggerate -raon replied, raising the torch again and looking for signs of life. the light of the torch illuminated all the corners of the cave, and for a moment the boy thought he could see baleful shadows behind every stalagmite...