The Lead Crown: Ch 1b, Martyrdumb
It's friar arlowe." he corrected her, "monks are referred to as 'friar' in lehsunia."
The Lead Crown: Ch 2b, Outside Influence (pt 5)
"no." the monk shook his head again, "i chose to be a sweeper." "funny." his son stated flatly, "...you look more like a monk."
The Wandering Shadow: Chapter Twenty
The shadows at the edges of the room deepened into black voids as all the light flowed toward the center of the chanting monks. in unnerving unison the monks each raised one arm, palms facing jenna.
Virgin Virus - Ch20: Hedonism
At one moment, he notices monk in his view. - "monk... my big monk." - he mumbled. - "hey, bastard." - monk growls in a deepened voice. the fat monster takes notice and raises his brow.
The Lead Crown: Ch 1b, Martyrdumb (Pt 2)
Ventor." the monk greeted the out-of-view raccoon-fox. "how come you never told him?" vic questioned. "the 'right time' never came." the monk lied.
Virgin Virus - Ch6: Reflection
- jason asks after having spotted monk. - "oh, this is monk." - i look back and nudge the lad forward a bit. - "wingless... you with yun?" - jason asks monk. - "erm... yes." - monk nods. - "you know yun?"
Insurrection - Chapter Five
Ransley watched him go with a sigh as deacon followed the monk's instructions. "i'm sorry," he finally said once the monk had left the room.
Abyssus Abbey 2 Chapter 9: Summoned
The monk howled. "can you not see--" before he could finish, tuco let loose a powerful pulse of lust that sent the monk hunching toward the floor in surprise.
The Lead Crown: Ch 6b, The Brightest Blossom (Pt 3)
The monk reached out and took one of his son's paws in his own, "there is more to it than we can see at first, cruffington.
The Lead Crown: Ch 3b, The Prodigy (Pt 2)
What the monk did find interesting, however, was the group of deer following along behind them.
The Lead Crown: Ch 2b, Outside Influence (Pt 3)
"you're avoiding cruff." the comment was direct enough to indicate that the monk had presumed correctly, "why?"
The Lead Crown: Ch 4b, Your Highness (Pt 2)
The prong horn's gaze drifted passed the monk and settled on cruff, and asked delicately, "is... is he one of yours?" the monk nodded solemnly at the question, "yes, my son."