Random Rabbit Shorts - Ramsay's Tip
Percival, who was trying to brush off the handprint ramsay had left out of the arm of his father's chair, hurried out of the den.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 19
He fell, leaving these bloody handprints behind. ander crouched by the pool of blood, not liking the way it reflected his face.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 110
He fell, leaving these bloody handprints behind. ander crouched by the pool of blood, not liking the way it reflected his face.
Ander - Chapter 2, Subchapter 10
It was that handprint. that bloody handprint. he couldn't shake the feeling that it somehow _meant_ something. something very important. egg... blood... hand...
Ander - Part 2: Subchapter 10
It was that handprint. that bloody handprint. he couldn't shake the feeling that it somehow _meant_ something. something very important. egg... blood... hand...
Ander - Chapter 2, Subchapter 31
She could tell because it made a perfect crimson handprint across his throat. sarah normally didn't put much stock in bad omens, but the sight of that handprint, as if her father had put a mark on him, was more than she could bear.
Ander - Chapter 2, Subchapter 13
There was a crack in the egg, running right through the middle of the bloody handprint. and there was something moving inside.
Sigil
The two of them turned around and began to walk out, but no sooner had they walked a few paces when cass whirled around and slammed her right hand square in the center of the engraved handprint.
Ander - Part 2: Subchapter 13
There was a crack in the egg, running right through the middle of the bloody handprint. and there was something moving inside.
The Dragon Gets Messed With
The handprint glowed as konna summoned her power, lifting the still sleeping dragon slowly spinning him, his hair slipping down hanging freely in the air.
Ander - Part 2: Subchapter 31
She could tell because it made a perfect crimson handprint across his throat. sarah normally didn't put much stock in bad omens, but the sight of that handprint, as if her father had put a mark on him, was more than she could bear.
The Asassin's Dark Tales-Chapter VI: Snake in a Crate
The straps and buckles crisscrossed his waist and torso over the pitch-black leather, one of these straps holding a steel pauldron over his right shoulder with a black handprint pressed into it.