Windrider, Ever changing life
Aldaz knew that to anyone watching, they were imperial messengers with important news. "hold there." the sergeant commanded, holding up his hand.
Predscape Travel Blog - Jack
Even though he hunt-and-pecks his way across the keyboard, he types very quickly into one of the messenger windows. 'things are getting too busy, i need to take a break from messengers, talk to you soon!'
Noblesse Oblige
When the sun had risen halfway over the western wall, catra put on a small messenger bag and made her way out of the hovel she and her brother were presently calling home.
A Guild Members Duties
"my name is korzac, i have a delivery for you on behalf of the messengers guild" he continued, revealing a small card to the camera which showed his identification.
Mixed Tale 4 - Hozuka Ruins
A messenger came running into the holy temple of uzzadujoza, stopping before champion ozzan'duajja, also known as blackwarp. the messenger breathed deeply a few times before standing up and looking at the champion smartly.
The Spicy Lentraiva Flower
His pc-geek messenger bag lay face-down in the grass. tentatively, he sighed with relief. and his pants...
(Chapter Four) Helpless Hearts in the Heat of Hell
After all- nobody killed the messenger, right? she had to play it up, had to be in charge, and damn it, she was! "alright, first of all buddy, don't yell at me, m'jus the messenger. secondly, ain't none my business, but listerine; look into it. third.
Si vis amari, ama: At the Corner of Lux and Main
He gave me his same cute as a button coy smile and he set his backpack down, and taking my messenger back. he just had to become better and better, from his hobbies to his hosting skills. "so uhm what would you like to do?"
Rising Tempest - Garudamon TF
She kept an eye on her messenger program, wondering if she'd hear from any of her pals this evening. given the storm warning that was going on in the area, she felt that she probably wouldn't hear from any of her local friends.
The Shadow Chemist 3
Her hands moved with practiced precision as she assessed his injuries and dug into her messenger bag for her med kit.
Coons At A Con
I tossed my messenger bag into a corner and smirked, flicking on my stereo. it was good to keep one at cons should a room party erupt and there be no music. flogging molly played at a reasonable volume as i turned back to him.
With tooth and paw chapter 8
Artia said from the doorway, his scaly arms crossed in front of his chest, "you seem to have serious enemies for a merchant messenger." "i think they were more thugs out for money rather than blood." vedrit replied, "how long?"