The Second Sundering: Chapter 1
"the undying will not attack us, so put down your swords," the men around him hesitated, looking to one another and then back at the mouse, a mixture of disbelief and confusion on their muzzles.
What Measures a Heart, ch. 2
A single look at the song erica had picked caused a mixture of anger and vengeful joy to appear in levi's eyes. the music began.
Look into my eyes...
In retrospect, it was probably a mixture of all the above, but that's not important.
The Next Day - a Bear & Coyote story
Coyote cried out in a mixture of disappointment and fear. his quirky ways and big mouth had gotten him into trouble before. his friend was very large, and mentally he prepared himself to be trounced.
Those Bygone Dog-Star Days - Chapter 20 of 37
From my open window a mixture of low, yellow floodlights and the high, blue moon enveloped everything. a steady red glow from my clock told me the time was a little after 2 am. i felt aaron's body against mine, deep in sleep.
Don't Leave.
It was a mixture of love and hatred. it gave me chills. "do you remember the time when i showed up at your doorstep in the rain? i was walking my dog when it started. the poor thing was whimpering, i couldn't get him home in time.
The Story of Aarya
Her white ears were traced with blue markings, and her hair was an odd mixture of lavender and pale rose. the moonlight bounced and danced off the metal contraption, as the lapine ran the strings through her fingers.
prequel to GOJ/GNY chapter 10
After a while, the mixture was ready. mikana chanted some foreign words, making smoke come out of the bowl. the figures of four dogs appeared. the first dog was a golden color with scars on her face. next to her was a dog that looked like alice.
Ailee and Jolee [<1k words]
The gravel, bumpy under the black bitumen, whom she remembered a particular red dog pushing the hot, sticky mixture over as she mulled her mind over in boredom. cars passed, her ears perking up at each time a car passed, hoping it was jolee's.
Up Bright and Early
The third hatchling was a vibrant mixture of black and orange, fur changing seamlessly from one to the other in swirling patterns. she was the one currently draped over femzy's muzzle and was also the first one to rise.
Fate
Weaving that tapestry was a tenuous work, pushing at the very boundaries of her trance to the point she had to pause as to harmonise herself more intensely, an odd mixture between ears wide open and every impulse being enacted.
The Squire (Prologue)
Jon awoke around three, the sky had turned a mixture of red and orange and the sun began to go down over the mountains.