Fighting a "Forest God"
The crack of shattering pottery voices that the top part of the jar has simply been snapped off, and it's not long before the moonshine is poured down into his gut. it's doubtful he even noticed the arrow sent uselessly sailing offcourse.
How a god heals (Ch. 8)
His mind shattered into pieces like cheap pottery, nothing but fragments soaked in terror... and he screamed. his parents rushed in, tried to calm him, but he was babbling nonsense mixing shrieks with words about the monster that was killing him.
Ander - Part 3: Subchapter 17
He jumped over a wolf sprawled on the ground, blood gushing from his snout, and dodged a flying piece of pottery all in one, flowing movement. but where the hell was he going!? that would only take him deeper towards the center! "hezzi!
The Grotto of Ice
My mother angrily glared at me, holding a small pottery plate in one paw and a rag cloth in the other. "what-" "what nothing! i told you to clean these plates hours ago! why are they not done?"
Erika Whitehoof - Chapter 17
I was laying in the shards of broken pottery and was laying in a puddle of some foul liquid. going back in i found the rest of my team... all of them had been torn apart. it was... horrific.
Panther Cream
The walls have various paintings, pottery and weapons on it. the short hallway from the front door leads into the larger main room which has a circle shape. the floor is carpeted and has a chandelier in the middle that hangs down from pyramid ceiling.
The Waking Hunger - Part 3
"pottery, miss! i have such lovely vases here! this exquisite glass one has been blown by the great hektar, himself!"
Identity: Chapter Seventeen
Olympia's house was a moderately-sized, oriental-style place, with the curved, pottery-roofed style of architecture common in chinatown itself and in the neighbourhoods surrounding it.
F(R)AT - Part Three: Spring Break
Fake plants and pottery were strewn about the lobby, and while they set a cohesive scene, it was hardly a striking one.
Home in the Woods
But lance crept to the threshold of the hut, picked up a rock, and threw it a piece of pottery behind the horse. it shattered, and lance darted away and into the surrounding woods just as he saw the chief's eyes flick open, cock still in his mouth.
Caged
Twisting her body on the head like a man trying to turn clay into pottery, the chestnut squirrel began to drench my entire cock with her juices as freely as her mouth shouted moans and commands of pure hunger.
Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 74
They drank it all up with eyes the size of pottery lids. wardo didn't seem particularly troubled by the insult, though. he regarded his 'right hand wolf' with a look of utter contempt, a small smile forming around the corners of his mouth.