"Core Nova" story easer
She digs her left dagger against the ground, making the grass around it wither and burn, the ground turning charcoal black until the flames gets near me, my presence freezing the flames into a beautiful, sparkling sculpture of fire.
Drone Stone
You expect it to taste like charcoal, but it does not. it tastes like nothing. you close your mouth, but it churns and replicates atop your tongue, glazing your teeth and gums and throat. you choke down a mouthful, before spluttering out the rest.
The Everlasting Flame - Chapter 1
His belly is back to the charcoal color of his legs. his neck, however, brightens to almost crimson, and fades quickly as his muzzle ends, being charcoal at the tip once more.
Magic is Stored in the Balls
His genitals, though, were dark as charcoal. only his hands--including the one pointing obviously at himself--shared that colour. the wolf tried to find a meaningful association there, then gave up.
Wild Rose Country - Chapter 18
Perhaps it had been the same force that had driven primitive man to put charcoal and paint to the walls of places like this millennia ago.
It's Not Business, It's Just Personal
He wore an open-collared white silk shirt, making a stark contrast with the sleek charcoal-dark of his fur, and over that a vest in crimson just a few shades darker than his eyes.
Kory and the Great Homecoming
Albert took a piece of charcoal that had been hidden behind a book and knelt at the edge of the circle.
Hole in the Wall: The Little Things. Chapter Four.
The charcoal had been rubbed and softened around the edges giving the sleeping tiger a peaceful look as if he was about to drift away. "what am i even doing here...?"
Two Studs, One Painting
Pepe withdrew his charcoal from the lenin and let out a huff. “yes, yes, that looks good." “now we paint?" manny asked. pepe put the charcoal down and picked up a palette from the tool box with his thumb through the hole.
Breakfast Spread
The one hand still at her neck, he slid the other back along smooth charcoal fur to lift up at her rump, spreading her spade where it mushed around him.
Letters from Akira
A stiffer gust kicks up out over the water, and with the fresh smells of fish, fruit, and burning charcoal, you set your iron down. 38. 39. \>the apartment isn’t quite so grand as she made it out to be. 40.
The Longest Night... - Draconic Nightmare Moon TF
Her modest bust expanding a couple of sizes in proportion to her body naturally growing taller, anything privat tucked away behind nigh impenetrable charcoal bands.