Journey (The Gate)
A sea comprised not of water, but of the dark mists of nothingness. my feet also speak of rolling grasslands before that, and my mind of empty spaces traversed with much trepidation.
Dragon's Paladin: Epilogue
This time, an irritated snort left his parted beak, his breath misting in the air.
The Hunting
He was so shocked at first that he could not speak for a few seconds, and that even the mists in his mind seemed to fade. "but..." he managed to say, a bit embarrassed. "i'm... younger than..."
Second Meeting
Of course, the other option is to go into the valley of mists." ali looked at him in horror. "what are you thinking!" she ran up to him. "you can't go there! it's too dangerous!" littlefoot gave her a sorrowful look.
The Song of the Slayer - Prologue
Our blood-kin are a hardy breed honed among misted mountains topped by purest snows. they dwell deep within their stone walled fjords, therein lie brothers and sisters, generations of heroics old, that share our lupine blood, strong and red.
A Fine Start
The wooden rocking chair for two squeaks and the small rocky fountain mists the air. darrek reclines, trying not to sit on his lower back, foot paws tapping anxiously on the cool flagstone.
Majorra Castle Short #5
With the morning sun rising in the sky, the mists and chill of the night slowly evaporated upon the opening stalls and vendors. the thin, gangly shepherd made her way down the cobblestone street, dressed in all she had, looking over the available stalls.
The Stonehouse Mysteries 1.3 - The Malicious Masquerade
The day was cool enough that my breath misted the air. "can you run back to the others and grab me some more shells, del?" i asked. she nodded and padded away through the murky drizzle.
Chapter 11 - Ultraviolet
"three swords that held her bindings in place but they have long since been lost to mists of time" obsidian instantly felt confused, he had heard this legend before about the first release of galladia and the three swords but at the same time he found
KBM - Intro
The warming smell of sycamore sap and dewed nightly grass flowed in the mists of the grumbling marshes, displeased by the scene.
Flea Bitten. Chapter One.
Ragged, panting heaving heavy breaths, misted the frosty night air before the muzzle of the beast that ran this forsaken night. the golden furred wolf didn't dare look behind him as he ran. ran through the pain in his side. ran through the trees.
Evolution Part I: Chapter Twenty-one
As i sat near him, it was misting and not so destructive to his art, so lopside was working on a very large piece that was more than a body length across; one of my body lengths even.