Return Of The Guardian CH 4

Peril gasped and grabbed clay, then rushed out of the room without another word.

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Pokemon Mystery Dungeon:Destiny's Way:Prologue

_an evolver with a special gift,_ _an insect of the clay,_ _a trickster with illusions strong_ _all heroes of the day._ _a dragon hatchling from the maze,_ _a physic from the days of old,_ _brought forth through the guardians grace,_ _and last but most

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Moonlight & Tidal - Prologue

My students need me" "we have enough teachers so that you can go for a day and not have to worry about them", clay had replied.

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//?A Curious Sergal: Part 6.001

Its buildings were made of mud and clay. market stalls were set up all over the interior of the winding streets and alleys. just like the winding corridors and bulkheads of the nomad facility.

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Secrets Ch. 19

I nod for a second then stop as i think, "technically, though i will need a clay bowl and a paint brush to do it properly. other than that i have everything i will need.

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“Sweet Justice: A Khajiit’s Revenge” A Story Inspired by Elder Scroll’s IV: Oblivion

Rrozinee walked up to marcus and handed him a small clay plate loaded with a dozen, fresh from the oven, small bite size sweet cakes. "what have you got here my good friend?" marcus curiously asked. "this is something very special yes!...

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Flattery and Faltering

His scales were a pleasant black, or maybe a very dark grey, with a light clay underside. as darcy got closer, she also noted his eyes were the centers of red markings, pretty stains she was sure to get acquainted with soon enough.

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Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 40

One of them was holding out a bowl of deer blood and clay while the others dipped their fingers and scribbled symbols on each other's bodies.

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The Dominion -- Chapter 1

#1 of the dominion the clay mountains tower over the mouth leading into the peninsula, terrain scattered with ramparts and other various defensive equipment from either side.

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Hubris -Long form #2 writinggroupchallenge

One day we were at work, i was wedging clay and she was wedging clay and we were together working at the same table, and i asked, "master, why do you still strive so hard, your pottery is the best, there is nothing its equal?"

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Long Live the Witch

clay had already burrowed into is discarded clothes as best he could. he writhed on the ground as if some convulsion had overtaken him, and in a flash, he was human again.

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