Wolf Moon Chapter 2: Why is it always me?
pale, dead, immortal, cold, sounds scary to me. i wouldn't want to live forever, longer maybe, and i hate the sight of blood (how the hell would i drink it if i faint every time i see it).
Wild Rose Country - Chapter 20
More often than not, the incredible dexterity contained in his pale skinned hands and long fingers allowed him to bring those concepts from mere ideas to reality.
A cloudy Saturday morning, alone...
I sat in the woods last night and i drank in the sick pale light: waves of icy blue, but only vague reflections of the light of day. i saw the moon's light is not its own; it cannot exist alone. no, it would not be without the sun.
White Rabbit/How, A Poem
How can a child grow, in such a bright place, where the sun is as snow, on a pale-white face? how is a woman taught, at the age of eight, that her love is bought, with false hope and hate?
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 2
No offers of food could distract her from whatever those pale blue eyes have seen, no friendly lies could cheer her up, and no amount of soft words could lift her fears. she'd see through them in an instant.
Loveless Incantation
“it's an amulet of demon kinship," i answer, and now the other two turn pale white. “w-why would you have that?" alice asks. i look at the amulet closely.
The Mansion
He clenched his hand into a fist, then blew on his knuckles, then patted his cheeks, but they remained cold and oddly pale. hurry up and get the shot, he told himself.
Spiral Nebula - Prologue
Scars covered most of his body and his skin was pale in several spots, a sure sign of his aging. "the velmarians are made for war! launch all single fighters." "belay that order," snapped the well-dressed anthropomorphic tree frog.
The Night of The Tiger: A Short Poem
-ja red wolf the night of the tiger the light of the moon shines it's pale rays of gloom upon the land the creatures of the day have given way for the creatures of the night behold the tiger the predator of the night he steps out
The World's Protector
Leonard closed his eyes, but when they opened again a few seconds later, amber rather than pale brown in the iris, they were no longer his.
Digimon: The Final Chronicle (Part 7)
As she clutched her digivice close to her heart, neither girl nor digimon noticed the pale white glow surrounding the digimon and her partner.
The Wolf
A minute after her transformation began, she was left shaking and kneeling on the roof of the old metro building, no longer looking like the skinny pale shut-in that had left her apartment before.