I Dreamt of Wasps - Chapter 6
That's a pretty odd mixture of ingredients for a remedy. all of them are for entirely different things, and have better alternatives to boot.
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.
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.
One Chance Part 1
He quickly stands up and walks out of the room feeling a mixture of relief and depression. he walks out off the building contemplating taking her up on her offer.
Slice of Life: A Typical Morning
He went back to his waffle making, noticing that the waffle iron was adequately heated and pouring some of the smooth but still slightly lumpy mixture in. he closed the waffle iron and let it sit for a moment.
Regaining Lost Honor: part 2
People that he knew would discribe him as a samurai-ninja-knight when he fought; due to his fighting style was a mixture of japanese swordplay and european swordplay, and the ninja part was due to how he was so deadly silent in what ever he did.
Mouse Poems
I wriggled right in, and we began to melt as we do daily, into a steamy mixture of muzzles, muff, and mouse-hood, hips, legs, and lips, breasts, rumps, and tails. writhing wonderfully, wing-wrapped and bit, nibbled and licked.