Through the Looking Glass: Penance: Chapter 4-A
And in a gesture that left both po and tai lung speechless, the kitsune grabbed the carving knife from his pack and held it up to his own throat without even breaking a sweat.
Love Unkown Chapter one Yumiko's discovery
In the glade she starts a small fire, unravels her bedroll, unsachels her pack and pulls out her carving knife.
Scorched Earth
The roach swung her carving knife at one of the bamboo swords so hard it got stuck halfway into it, yanking it out of the panda's grip in a way that jackie hoped looked intentional.
Through the Looking Glass: Penance: Chapter 2-A
"it sure is, tai lung..." commented miles wryly as he fished through his pack for a carving knife. "it sure is..." the predatory cat looked in surprise at his young companion. "why do you say that?" he asked.
The Mind Killer
Holding onto the centipede with one hand, she stuck her two knitting needles and her wood carving knife in the behemoth's head.
Dark Fracture: Part 2 - Fault Lines
Those golden eyes stared at me with predatory intent as she shifted the carving knife in her hand. “look, i'm not the overlord. i don't even want to be one." i tried to reason.
Kira & Leo: Naruto Dimension
**-present time-** "now is when you die demon," said a pink-haired villager, raising a carving knife above her head.
Outbreak CH2
#2 of outbreak roy scratched the back of his head with the tip of his carving knife. mike watched him in pensive silence. vicky waited. "well," mike began. both pairs of eyes fixated on him and he cleared his throat.
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 22: Whetstone and Will
Roran pointed his carving knife. “that’s exactly what someone married to a stag would say.” axton broke into full laughter this time, breathless and red-cheeked.
Conveyor Belt
Jackie pulled a piece of wood and her carving knife out of her bag. "switching gears for now?" the roach started whittling away at the wood, also like she'd been doing it all her life. "kiwi thinks i should do the wood first." "it's for her?"
Day 8 - Toy
By the time my carving knife first touched wood, only a month remained for her birthday and every day went out faster than the last. it had felt nice to be busy again, to fulfill a purpose, to forget about the impending march of death.
Off Limits
"i'll take that," the duck said, making sure to take the roach's carving knife away from her to hold it against her throat.