Solace: A Tale of Foxes (Part 2/4)
The melancholy land of withering pines and larch submerged into darkness, and the clouds gathered to shower the vicinity with chilling raindrops. "no..."
candyfluff
It swiftly became even more amazing as shining armor put his hooves against her withers and began massaging with expert firmness. there were most definitely knots of tension there, after the day she'd had.
Balanced on the Knife Edge Ch. 14
There was a piece of withered parchment clutched in its bony hand, and she carefully freed it. naturally the note was written in the language of the akaviri invaders, and time had made the scrawled symbols practically illegible.
Waking Up: Arco
Bullet hole-ridden clothes, dried blood, matting my fur, my withered looking arm, my tail drooped behind me.
Nightworld 07: Lady of the House
The statues were dressed in outdated garish outfits - mouldy frocks and withered coats. many were defaced, with huge slashes across their feature-barren faces, the socket where eyes might sit torn out.
Everwinter Ch39: Center of Stillness
A runic symbol representing decay, autumn, to wither... "everwinter speaks common, we only use the necromantic language in our spells," i said.
Amber Silverblood: Chapter Sixty Three
She froze, and gave me a withering glare. i shrugged. "sorry, but it looked good on you." that looked like it caught kaylie off guard, and she looked from me to the shirt a few times before hesitantly picking it back up. "you think so?"
The Black Horse
And, just like that, i draw energy back to sore and tired limbs, my tail even managing to flag just a little as i power forward in a trot that floats, withers lifting and my whole body rising as if i am suddenly no longer held down by such futile constraints
We Cannot Save them All
The potent blast was immediately followed by withering machine gun fire from hasty fighting positions within the buildings. "ambush, return fire and get out of their kill-zone" mag reflexively ordered.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 38
_not so different, af -_ ander slashed an arrow straight through a splash of blood against a withered pine, cutting the foul spot cleanly in half. it didn't stay that way for long, though.
Piercing the Swordsman: Chapter 1: Intro
The look mao leveled at the king, was, to put it mildly, withering. "oh right, i-i'm sure a warrior giving up his claws would be . . . frowned upon, y-yes?" the king's high tenor trembled.
That Gay Goth Dog
"withering my intuition, leaving opportunities behind" "dad?!" i yelled as he started to fade away "feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line."