Consorting with demons
But it came out more like "uke kite", something was wrong with my mouth, then the memory came back of them cutting out my tongue.
Dragon Balls
It mattered little now however, as arthur immediately left the village to return to the nearby cave now that he has a sizable kite shield in hand.
A Taste of Passion
She had expected that would be the end of it but, instead, he simply began circling around her, swinging through the air like a reptilian kite in an elaborate pattern.
I Know What It Is You Want
Within it, he could see a bedroom, dimly lit, and in the bed a male was lying on his back, reaching up to grasp the breasts of a beautiful woman with long, bronze, feathery hair and the head and face of a kite.
The Ego Poem
I may be high as a fucking kite sometime today, but i will not die. no, i will continue to write, because the heart can never be _high_. _the heart is always high_.
STI- The Toad's Prophecy
The breeze lifted her errant hat, and she jumped to one side and chased it, snatching the ribbon firmly this time and reeling it in like a kite.
Lovecraftian Eldritch Horrorchan
Ian went from zombie to superman within seconds of her words, still high as a kite but stepping forward from his stance and raising ellie with ease.
Orbital Relief
However, before you bust out the kites, you want to let me know what you called about. or did you just want to hear my voice?" it was a joke, but the truth of it stung just a little. "naw, i'd never do that.
Finding A New Self, chapter 22: Father
"and again, even if this mythical 'resistance' is real in general, it doesn't apply to the kites." it seemed like an odd name. "kites?" yisief grimly said, "a sticky angular splotch with a wavy line coming out one side.
Mootopia (Latex cow TF)
She didn't know if it was the rubber on her or something else, but her mind reeled around like a kite lost in the breeze. judy tried to focus and it felt like her mind was full of soup.
Unexpected Houseguest
Just one look at him and they could tell he was high as a kite from how bloodshot his eyes were and from the bong he held in one hand.
Coming Home
The rawness of the scent seemed to be rejected by portions of his body, prey-reflexes that tugged at him like kite strings. but as much as his leg kicked, it was a meager voice in the matter as the rest of the bunny drunk the scent like wine.