Lonely Oak Chapter 87
The transition was swift, like a time-lapse: from a mid-afternoon, partly cloudy dome to a low-hanging greenish-blue, and finally to purplish-orange.
Venturing: Storing Habits
Quick, they entered in following me as another fresh breath of air washes underneath us just as we had transition into the cold floors below our feet.
An Evening to Forget
As hrvalye's body slowly transitioned out of survival mode he took note of the warm, sweet smell of roasted nuts wafting from the concessionaire. and he listened to the familiar bustling noises of his fellow theater-goers.
Transformed into the Easter Bunny
The school holidays - the transition from school to college - were tedious at best and, for as much as he'd hated school, he hardly wanted to spend his days bored out of his skull in some position or another.
Just What You Do
"you mean you want to transition?" i nodded stiffly into her shoulder. she leaned back. god, i wanted to keep holding her, but... "okay." her hand slipped into mine. i just melted, i felt the tears.
Just What You Do
"you mean you want to transition?" i nodded stiffly into her shoulder. she leaned back. god, i wanted to keep holding her, but... "okay." her hand slipped into mine. i just melted, i felt the tears.
The Natural Selection - Prologue
But anyhow," he transitioned smoothly, "i think it's about time i got to the main chunk of this talk; it's all very well yattin' on about the housing _problem_, but that ain't worth jack if you don't have a solution, and i sure do.
Shrouded in Black, Subchapter 1
His smirk transitioned into a wide smile that bared his sharp fangs. "don't get ahead of yourself, did you forget who..." a blunt pain erupted against his back. he tumbled to the ground, his muzzle slammed into the pebbles and dirt below.
The Art of Caring for Horns
Today, however, there wasn't much in the way of exchanging of words as they wandered through the yellowing trees, enjoying the lightly and sparsely falling leaves signaling the transition from summer to autumn and the warm late-summer breeze rustling through
The Art of Caring for Horns
Today, however, there wasn't much in the way of exchanging of words as they wandered through the yellowing trees, enjoying the lightly and sparsely falling leaves signaling the transition from summer to autumn and the warm late-summer breeze rustling through
Star Wander: The First Generation
Flying has always helped me calm down, i thank the gods that they gave us wings, though the transition from feathers to fur is a bit disturbing to me. i made a few laps around the campus before finally landing at the dorms and finding my room.
Rangertale, Ch.5: Uricht, Part II
I know this was kind of a shorter chapter (at least i think), but it's really just a wrap up of the previous one, and a transition to the next ones.