Living as a lycanthrope ch. 7
Leaving for a long while, lets leave them we have some business to take care of with the local pack of mongrels" he walked off fallowed by two people in lab coats, arther noticed that they all had a symbol on the back of their outfits, a crossed gun like a musket
Close to the sun, in lonely lands
At forty yards, a puff of smoke and a spray of flame leapt from the barrel -- i swear i could've almost seen the musket-ball, speeding its way to who-knows-where.
Transformation Sequence - John W. Howler
Next, the camera zooms out and shows his body, as the light that there is in it seems to be blown away from him, in the shape of several feathers of pure light, revealing that now he wears musketeer shirt and pants, both white with golden trimming all over
ROI - Chapter 13: The Hunt
While the partishans and the rest of the musketeers were to be the vanguard of the assault, the black swans and those that remained behind were to be just that.
Fugitive's Trust Chapter 3 Part 2 of 2
I don't like visitors and i've got some hungry lead in these two muskets."
Love, War, and Duty: Wolf Lord Rising
Rojas and three of his musketeers neared a nursery. two of the women that were readying the infants to be evacuated ran out to try and plead with the human assailants.
Good Boy Part Two
He had a sort of dopey look on his face, and as i began to scratch behind his ear, he rolled on his back, moving one of his legs around while his tail slammed down like a rolling musket volley. (now i am using military terms?
Lyra's Unclothed Escape
Their muskets were held up by the buttstock, their bayoneted tips pointed towards the night sky, and they looked downright mean. maybe some of them were decent folks but in that armor and with those muskets?
March 2025 - The Last Musketeer
The last musketeer by icurthus lawrence can still remember the day his faith died. it was five years ago in a small room much like this one.
The Days and the Seasons
_but i do not want to die looking down a musket barrel_. so as the soldiers were fixing their muskets he turned his head, pointed his muzzle skyward, and gazed at the sunrise.
Addiction - Chapter Two: One hundred seventy-nine
"do we still have those muskets buried around here somewhere?" i asked. "muskets," he thought. "oh yea. i don't know." "the ones nathan made when he was in high school metal shop. he hand-whittled the stocks himself."
Sara's Story - Chapter 17
Just in time to catch a sword stroke aimed at my back on my raised musket. i must have had an angel look out for me that day. still, the force of the blow slammed my raised musket into my face and sent me reeling backwards.