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 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."
The Tale of Thorns - Chapter 1
Before he could go any further, the monk entered the room. he looked up, and with a shaking voice he spoke to the monk like a friend. "could you, dear monk, please speak the prayer of passing for the grand inquisitor?
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?"
Hexes and Heroes Chapter 2 Written by JustLurking
Her abductor was one of the blue/yellow robed monks. she was less than threatened by him. the monk was nowhere near as powerful as the monsters she dispatched regularly. "yoink!" the monk giggled.
Corruption Story: A Bloody Army
It is a lonely life, you monks lead." "i..." the lizard looked away. "i shouldn't talk about it." "but you should. the life of a monk is a life of _honesty_ and _honor_, or so i've heard. am i wrong?"
The Yellow Sign
He felt helpless faced with the monk's grief. "i'm sorry for your loss... i wish there was something i could say that could lift your spirits." he pulled the monk into a tight embrace, hugging him to his chest.
The Path of the Bloody Spade: Part 1
The monk paused. "i will require the use of my tools on this journey. the ones i brought with me when i came here." the abbot looked at the monk with tired grey eyes. _will all of him be grey when he is layed to rest?
The Call of the Abyss
His anger quickly turned to horror as the sight of the monk seeping black ink, the liquid audibly sizzling as it dripped onto the floor.