Desires of Demons Pt 2
- it was a dark morning, though the sun had lifted, delilah felt the morning bells to be a dirge. her stomach burned and her mind seethed as she stood there, overlooking the city.
The Last Hunt
One hundred phantom wolves all howled at once, filling the entire surrounding area with their hunting dirge before they faded away. sento's own soul joining them on the other side to guide them on one final prowl- to the gates of yomi.
And the King Makes Three
“it’s… it’s the dirge,” he said, disbelieving. the dragon tried to rear up again but its body was failing. it was losing not just its coat of treasure but the leathery hide, which began to flake away at a quickening pace.
The Baptism Is Long But The Song Is Everlasting
"he ain't up here," the bloodhound pronounced, like a dirge, through a nose eagerly in the air, "i'd smell him." "perhaps he's below?" offered the starling. he didn't sound hopeful, which was no more than he deserved.
Story of Yojimbo Yamamora
The hooded man then said, "maybe this will help you remember, 'sing your dirge, kagee.' his wicked blade grew to a length of ten feet. finally, yojimbo remembered everything. the playground, the wicked sword, and the captain that freed him.
Navigating the Labyrinth: Part IV - The unexpected
A music he couldn't recall ever hearing before started to play, an eerie combination of electronic and analog elements accompanied by a soft-dirge like tenor.
Crossroads
As i inspected the weapons, when a strong hand pulled my shoulder so i turned 180 dirges, coming face to face with my unit leader.
The Price of Slavery
His voice was a wordless dirge, chanting in some alien tongue more given to terrible melodies and gibbering madness than meaningful discourse.
My Gym Partner's Bro, Cum-Laude (Part 1)
Just listening past the door to the dirge, parent after parent called out, with fenton messing up half their names. "if i was ever the head of a train station..." poncharello mused, "...
Something Yiffy This Way Comes
He didn't, really, in the way you "know" mary had a little lamb; the song was _familiar_ in that he'd heard the trill of minor-key organ notes, and the _oom-pah_ of a blues dirge, and the way a song winds on to nowhere when it is meant more for the dead than
Chapter 11: Paladins of Song and Sea
Requiem dirge hunter was being usual neurotic-self and was tinkering away at the _godslayer ii_ while the rest of the crew was milling about keeping watch.
It's not a Problem: Part III
The knot in my stomach contracted some more as i walked up the steps, almost hearing the dirge for my own funeral in my head. i unlocked the door and peeked inside. he wasn't in the living area or kitchen, so that made entry easier.