Haunted Evening
The sounds and sights of lavender town wove a together almost hauntingly as if there were funeral dirge being plated by the city itself.
Never cross a wolf
The circling wolves, too, threw back their elongated heads as they joined in the dirge...
Shifted Chapter 1
Before the wait became too excruciating the bell chimed its mechanical dirge. jill had trouble restraining herself from shooting to her feet, instead waiting for victor. thankfully he seemed to want to speak to her too.
U.C.O.D. Scorn of The Lost: Chapter 17
When we fought dirge. after cyllea...yea..." "died?" holi asked. kane looked around warily.
Of Skies and Storms; and the Rite of Open Blossoms
Beneath a terrace, meheerah played, the red wood giving off the whispering hum of a dirge, and the gryphon-gut strings weeping with melody. of instruments, she favored the violin, though a second close was the sitar of the college.
FATE
"_ sarah began to sing the traditional funeral dirge _"the end of the light is just the end of the beginning..._ _this is only the body dying..._ _the soul will live on, live on..."_ as sarah sang kevahl began do dig a grave along the shoreline.
The Cat's Stroll 13
This, however, was fascinating and beautiful in itself, like listening to a masterfully played dirge. kyu cat sat silently, not far from the bonfire and the others, who lay resting in a circle around the flames.
The Journal: Chapter IV
You may want to re-read the first three chapters to understand the characters but this mainly focuses on alex dirge.
Zion: Light of the New Moon, Doen's Post Milestone
"it was not the usual kind of dirge." jasper acknowledged, "i think i like your song better... it has more..." he paused, looking for the right word." "...intimacy.... compassion... meaning." lord rust chimed in. "thank you."
Of Warlords and Pleasures: Queen Silth's Brood, the Marlfoxes
The savages chanted a strange, bloodthirsty dirge over and over again, working themselves into a killing frenzy. ascrod, vannan, ziral, and gelltor sat to the edge of the fire, watching the barbarians and talking among themselves.
Grentail Manor Chapter 6
Her song was slow and mournful, like a wordless funeral dirge. after a moment, susila cleared his throat. photine stopped singing and turned slowly to susila, smiling softly. "good evening, mister flores," she said, hiding her sorrow.
The Beginner's Guide to RPing - Roleplay BREAKDOWN
It will be easier to explain by example: \*joe saunters across the barroom floor as if to a funeral dirge, dragging his granite-like legs while trying to find a seat.