Taming the Wilds Chapter 22
Expertly carved tunnels lined with stone and reinforced with wooden support replaced their simple wooden houses.
Fighting for Faith; What Lies After
He stood strong before the gathered, each looking sickly and weak, each holding a bloodied wooden spear in their hands.
Shady Impressions: A Gathering of Giants #1
The fur pulled himself up back onto the submerged wooden bench, back pressed against wet wooden wall. "this is going to sound uhhh... well i don't think there is a way to make this not sound not. but i think that kid was a giant.
The Real Amazonian - Chapter 1: Life without Freedom
She looked to her right and found an old wooden door in the wall. she tried to push it open, but found it was locked as well.
Day 12: Weapon
My hands closed around the wooden hilt, excitement burning in my veins."yes, sir."
Tribes of Anowara: Prologue
But there was something very wrong with what he was seeing: for one thing these were clearly warriors; clad with armor made of wooden strips on their torsos; large, solid wooden collars on their necks; solid carved wooden helmets; along with shin and shoulder
The Governor's Daughter
He reached under his counter and lifted out a slender wooden box, about the length of his forearm. he glanced around conspiratorially, opening it to reveal a slender dagger.
Jessica the Vampire slayer: Chapter 1: The prophecy not so true
Jessica then picked up the wooden cross and chucked it at the fox hitting her square in the heart."how could a mere teenager...." the fox trailed off turning to dust as she fell backward to the ground.
The Feeling Is Temporary (Featuring Lylla from Marvel Comics)
**the feeling is temporary** lylla brushed her paw across the engraved wooden container that her anal vibrator came in. she furrowed her brow.
Helluva Party
In the next few moments, he felt the wooden block shut around his scrotum, heard the click of a padlock locking the stocks closed and saw vortex reach down and unclip the leash.
Marionette
the marrionette in the box cries itself to sleep each night its strings worn, its wooden arms peeling it watches each day the world drift away from his empty button wooden eyes the marionette in the box cries, quiet tears of pain unseen and unheard
The Great Prophet Of Zao chapter 2: Safe Behind The Walls
In their hands they hold long wooden and metal spears of some sort. there are thousands of them marching in blocks of at least 2, 000 each.