Fruit of the Underground 1
Soon, one of the furs began a chant and everyone soon followed along. they all pumped their fists as they chanted a single word. fight. and soon after their chants had begun, something answered their call. = blood orange!
Kuthalti's Lament 0 — The Summoning (Prequel)
I began to chant, a chant of power and joy. the others joined me, only us four at first, but soon it was taken up by the entire temple. our chant rose and fell together, then switched to concentric circle patterns, one phrase off from the next.
To Bear an Egg
He began to chant unknown words over jerome. jerome just sat there, picking up on the odd word every once in a while. the chant ended after a minute. berome looked at jerome, quizzically. "feel anything yet?" jerome shook his head. "no.
Hog Anus
But the chant of the enthralled made me worry that i didn't have enough for the whole class, so to speak.
Elegy of Emptiness
We take pleasure, as one" the hood-less began to chant as they stood in an arc around the back of the dais. their dull repetitive chanting was heard through out the cavern as the panjyamon lifted up the front of his robes.
The Expedition
Then she did the same to the other leg, maintaining the soothing chant as she did so. she moved to my arms, then once those were done she began to work on my chest.
Breaking in Modruk: Losing it again
It maybe 10 seconds before every one of them was chanting "slut! slut! slut! slut!"
Our Little Secret
Lowering her head, she began to chant his name in hoarse whispers as she pushed against him. his nostrils flared, picking out a scent that was fully compatible with him.
Andlat and the Faeries
Andlat looked around himself, only now realizing that he was virtually surrounded by a number of faeries, all of whom were chanting in a musical yet eerie fashion.
Brace for Impact Ch.3
But then new chants drounded out the applause as the arena started chanting louder and louder, "we want tables! we want tables! we want tables!" oh my god! i was so focused on tyrus i almost forgot, this is a street fight! i need weapons!
Blood of Submission
As he stopped at its step, the knife at his side, he looked around him: the werewolves were still - save for the drummers - but began to chant in a strange tongue.
[Comm] The Ascension of the High Priestess
The chanting increased in intensity, until an eighth voice joined the chanting, a voice that only existed in her head, that spoke the same incomprehensible language as the prayers.