A grin lay etched on his face, his hair a rough mess, his sideburns leading into a thick jaw-line tacing beard.
behind him swayed a long, sinuous tail, that softly jingled wth a half dozen dark-leather rings. each one etched numerous times.
Digestion, Gladiator, Monkey, Moogle, Rabbit, Red Panda, Violence, vore
These etchings were undoubtedly weaved into the metal through magic, as such etchings would be impossible to embed within metal without magic.
mira lowered the staff slightly and closed her eyes and brought an image into her mind.
Anthro, Character Development, Dragon, Dragoness, Fantasy, Fiction, Magic, Ranoria, SFW, Story, Story Progression, Story Series
Jake, arms laden with two paper bags brimming with supplies, stood in the doorway with a smug look etched across his face.
69, Deep Throat, Gay, Male, Oral, Pokephilia, Sex, Tirtouga, grovyle
The door had a beautiful gold plate embedded all over the front, as was one embedded to the back, with etchings and impressions set in of fields of flowers , the center showing a grand scimitar that had a silver lined hilt and red rubies.
Bunny, Crocodile, Domination/Submission, Hybrid, Lynx, M/F/F, Master/Slave, Weasel
The etchings were exquisite, looking as though they took some artisan years to finish.
Chocolate, Dragon, Dragoness, Fanfiction, Fantasy, Love, M/F, Oral, School, Transformation
"these runes...they look like dust but you can't wipe them away...but they aren't etched into the ground either. it's like they're a stain or something..."
"runes? from where?" scootaloo asked.
daring do shook her head.
Celestia, Crossover, Daring do, Fanfiction, MLP, Marvel, My Little Pony, No-Yiff, Non-Anthro, Novel, Queen chrysalis, Rainbow Dash, Scootaloo, Trixie, thor
etched into your very being by those around you.
they may say that they care for you, but it is all lies.
speaking to you in caring voices, and yet full of hate.
they may say lean on me if you need to cry.
Depression, Hate, Sad
Divine
only while knowing there lives are mine
like conducting a symphony my blade still swings
i will not stop until i can show my black wings
when all are dead and nothing i dread
i will sneak up upon your bed
the last man left to kill
it is etched
Blades, Guns, Warrior, Weapons, swords
He turned it around in his paw, a taur version of the draolf from the front of the bag etched into the back of it. kaji smiled broadly as he saw that, turning the bag back around again to see the front.
Birthday, Fat, Gift, Magic, Wolfdragons