7even Towers: Chapter Two
Railyn whispering the word to fill in the holes in my ritual i felt the ink play out over my back and write the coordinates while i pictured my da.
Stars in the twilight
He opened the sack and took out a quill and paper, setting the ink aside. he dipped the quill and began writing on the paper. _dear twilight,_ _ it's been a while. i've been so lonely.
Dead Trees
The notebook positioned itself so that she could hold her ink-dipped pigeon feather in her other hand near it in a way in which the notebook could scratch its own 'back' made of its own pages
Getting Prepared
All those cartridges of different inks." "please tell me they didn't..." bryce nodded, "they decided to try out a few colors before handing it back." liam's tongue flicked, "the heathens.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book X Chapter 3
Droplets of wet ink dripped from the tip, landing on the hand holding the feather.
Snow's Journal (Entry Three)
\*random ink splotches\* oh! yes! traveling with urjora and kharjo was much fun; even managed to protect the caravan from being attacked by bandits. "how did khajiit do this?",you may ask. simple; spoke with the bandits.
Gravity
Tears dripped down to the bible, bleeding the ink on cheap pages. "they kicked me out. i don't know what to do. i have no place to go." instincts kicked in and my tail wrapped around me, covering the pages.
Argus
He can throw those same quills dipped in ink with the speed, strength and accuracy of throwing darts.
Waring Fates - A brother and sister story
The tips of her tail and ears looked like they had been dipped in an ink well, her blue eyes were so hauntingly innocent that they pierced your very soul. white roses had been braided into her ebony locks by the other priestesses.
Getting Some Answers
Then a touch to the paper wiping the ink from it. smiling at their on cleverness, magpie inspected the parchment to ensure it had been cleaned properly. it was clean, but even then the faint lines of ink could be made out.
Ode To The Coming Revelation
Oh the ink that has been to paper for your readers, written of: in fright, and horror; in love and adoration. symbol, even uninfluenced, of our great luna silver, thou art a requiem song for our past dark nights.
Extra Chapter: Peaches
It had been scrawled hastily and the ink was smeared where nizhoni's tears had hit. but he could get the gist of it: she was gone. and it was likely she wasn't coming back.