Wings of Fire: Sunny Uses a Tampon
Before anybody could answer, clay stumbled in, "hey all, how you doing?" then, he didn't mean to but he accidentally noticed it, and now he couldn't unnotice. "hey uh, sunny, there's a string attached to you or something."
Mark of Loyalty
The scent of healing herbs lingered around the claws of an orange-scaled male, his piercing green eyes studying a recipe set before him on a clay tablet.
ch.01 The cost of war
His sword high in the air, he spares no words for the approaching horde as seven golden replicas of his sword split from it and take stance around him, he darts forward into the lines of the enemy, shearing through their ranks as though they were made of clay
Information War: Chapter 1
Le fantôme nodded once, a paw wrapping around the clay cup, filled with water, and raised it slightly. "to your fine health, my friend," le fantôme said. morion made a similar gesture, "t' yer's as 'ell, m'frien'."
Consortium 1-2: Chekov's Gun Chapter 2
Eric seems unconcerned and instead takes the bag off his back and opens it up, revealing that inside of it is a large clay-like blob.
A More Human(e) Kingdom
The grass twisted up, becoming clay huts and small houses, things that had never been and he had never seen before, yet had the words for.
Always There
The vet gave him a little heart-shaped clay plaque, with her name scratched into it and a pressing of her pawprint. he put it on his desk by his computer monitor and never, never moved it.
Lamp Chat
**daomond:** i was browsing a thrift store and found this old, chipped-up clay kettle. i thought it was a kettle. i was gonna spackle it up and repaint it. i started cleaning it up with my ceramic tools, and poof!
Uncertainty and Doubt
His mind was riddled with questions over what made someone living- could this creature trolled from the clays of a river be considered lving.
//?A Curious Sergal: Part 6.001
Its buildings were made of mud and clay. market stalls were set up all over the interior of the winding streets and alleys. just like the winding corridors and bulkheads of the nomad facility.
Chapter one Part one
Damp and riddled with soil that clung to the fur on his hands as he had replanted each of the bulbs in their respective clay pot. his mother had taught him as he grew, and he came to appreciate the reward of nurturing the earth.
Ander - Chapter 6, Subchapter 80
There was a message scribbled across her collarbones, the brownish red of blood and clay, three words in old wolven, screaming into the wind. _renna. baiya yamre._ she knew what words needed to be said now. "mother!"