Scars Ch. 3
Ollie takes out two knives and rush toward me; my broken bottle against his knives. * * * back at the house, chris is sitting on the couch; patrick is in the kitchen scanning the fridge. r.j and eddie left a while ago.
Windchaser - Aftermath
She set the bread down on one of the various raised boards and cut a few nice thick slices before swapping knives and adding a thin layer of butter to the bread. "would my foxy like his meat cut thick or thin?"
Ander - Chapter 6, Subchapter 65
Take these tools and distribute them evenly, three knives and a pair of pliers for every table.
Whispers of Pain - Chapter 4 ~ Contracts
Aiden looked around and recovered his knives, pausing a minute to remove the prince's ring from his dead paw. just as he had finished cleaning and sheathing them, the guards for that shift came around the corner.
Clarity
I sharpened the knives. you never know when another feral bear might strike. though i was almost hoping for another to come.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 66
Take these tools and distribute them evenly, three knives and a pair of pliers for every table.
Balanced on the Knife Edge Ch. 3
Nusha had her throwing knives in hand by now, and tossed them at the oncoming men. the blades landed cleanly in their larynges, and they fell to the ground, gasping for air.
Happy Reunion...
I smirked as i put my knives back into my pockets and put my hands up in my fighting stance, seeing no need to use weapons.
Kindred Spirits, White Fangs in White Snow
Once again sheathing the throwing knife, fang prepared to do what he had to do, drawing one of his combat knives once more.
A tap on the glass pt. 2
I mumbled, handing him a carbine, two combat knives and field rations. "woah, we really gonna need this much firepower?" he asked as i put up two five-deep stacks of mags for the carbines. "you never know , ace."
Head master (Arco story)
Plans took him 4 year to study me due my animal behaviors and instincts but i soon realized that he wasn't so bad and i got use to my new home sometime the head master come and and pet me to see if i'm friendly but he see that i'm shy to certain thing like knives
Poem: For My Dad
I cannot know the bottom, deep, the hurt you set my mind, i only know approaching it is filled with hate and knives. how do i now explain the fear? how do i cover terror? of parent, caretaker whispering those words of utter horror.