Is the capital of the dragon's keep because this is where the core lies. the core is the main power source of the planet, not like on earth's core which is hidden in the center of the planet, this planet's core is visible on land , rooted up on soil and glistening
Action, Dragon, Medieval, Mythical powers, swords
Her horns, smooth and gleaming white, may as well be as beautiful as gold. the sun, just lowering under the horizon, illuminates the sky a beautiful orange and calls for her.
AnonymousG3, Beach, Clean, Dragon, Dragoness, Dream, F/solo, Love, M/F, Sunset
A cold mightnights toch glistens appon my fur. i feal a lonely abandoned feal even though i lived in this waste land forver. i never even thought of how my wolfish self in does clothing hurt so many. i have been hurt but i hurt others as well.
Depression, Doe, hope
Stars above, air brisk once again, this feeling fills my being
the lights all around, glistening, it's hard to describe what i'm seeing
the feelings are light as a feather, strong as water can be
infinite has my imagination, ever changing, it's perfect
Poem, Poetry, Short Story, slice of life
Voices never soft never caring always screaming always with malicious intent, gleaming glances, harsh stares always boring holes leaving scars.
Drama, Longing, Love, Monologe
Bodies were everywhere, the whole place glistened wetly, but in the red light you couldn't tell whether it was blood or not. a dragon lying in the middle of the room was the only thing breathing.
Death, Dragon, Military, Prologue, Short
He, for a he it is, is an elf, and looks exceptionally well built and toned, and because he isn't actually wearing anything on his top half you can see his gleaming muscles in the light of the sun not twenty yards past the elf.
Adventure, Choose Your Own, Elf, No-Yiff, Sphinx, Story Series
Fifty-five soldiers
you're starting to lack
silly enmity
and my clandestine battle plan is nearing the horizon
black and whimsical is the wiser way
a rain of piercing arrows on your remains
more burgundy, more scarlet, but not from my fangs
from my gleaming
Lyrical Poetry
The silver moon made dead blood glisten,
"you are chosen!" again, i must not listen.
so i took up my sword, towards the demon
but he just chuckled "you are but a heathen!"
"out of my way," i cried to the beast!
Demon, Devil, Other, Poetry, War
The moons light is so pretty when it glistens off the water" kate said with a soft tone.
they sat at the edge of the lake and stared off into the distance. " kate now that we are mates doesn't that mean umm..." humphery said."
Humphery, Kate, Wolf, alpha and omega