Project D.E: Chapter 1 Call of Duty
As his eyes settled, husky saw how the blackness that surrounded the ship's windows was slowly adorned by faint sparkles. stars; the only evidence that the black never-ending void was as alive as he was. "wow..."
Chapter Eleven: Recovery
You had been breathing so faintly..."
Between Rainbows and Butterflies
Apple bloom smiled faintly, "we know... fluttershy really does seem like a great match fer ya. i'm glad ya met 'er." i nodded with a faint smile, "i know... i'm really glad she's in my life...
Oh, Real Subtle
Jonathon accorded him a faint smile, gaze someplace far away, despite his focus on the guy across from him. trembling faintly, with a little smile, brad shifted his paw to wrap it around jonathon's. they hung like that for a moment. then... shit!
Division 42, Ch. 1: Caretaker
She was wearing a black shirt and jeans, but all of what i took in was nothing compared to her eyes, shining a blue that i faintly remember seeing before.
Ash and Song Chapter Five
Cass’s breath caught faintly. the dragonborn stood near the central anvil, sleeves rolled back, broad arms flexing as he worked heated metal beneath the hammer.
Dragon Legends: The Tale of Orphius Prologue and Chapter 1
Roared the crimson dragon soon brought to his senses by a faint cough. "you must not let anger get the better of you" whispered the green dragoness.
Spyro: Return of Darkness, Chapter 19 -- Truth Revealed
He recognized the dragon as one of his closest associates in combat...solar gasped faintly as the result displayed. spyro and cynder couldn't read it, but solar faintly muttered "project subject...terminated..."
Making things right P6
Then, a warmth touched me, faint at first, barely noticeable against the cold abyss, but growing steadily, spreading from my lips outward like ripples in still water.
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 25-26
The streets narrowed as they reached it, cobbled stone shifting to smooth white tiles veined faintly with blue, like the skin of a shallow sea.
Dragon In The Photo.
I could hear her shift in her chair, fabric brushing faintly against the mic. “bar, yeah… remember when we got blitzed at, uh, morgan’s?” the name snagged on something loose in my head. “morgan? not really, no. when was that?”
Can't Escape, Part I: Likes to Run
* * * a gentle northward wind blowing against saw-grass and cat-tails bordering lake myrcene east's shoreline forced them to sway with a faint and rhythmic motion.