Rangertale, Ch.2: Tull, the Conqueror
It appeared that they were within a tent, as the only light that came into the tent's thick canvas came from the folds in the material at the bottom.
Twilight
Its world was black and simple, like a canvas.
The Beastmaker's Age - YEAR 3
._ **the first mother -** tassarion qi'maris, oil on canvas possibly one of the most famous - and valuable - paintings in existence, owing to both its artistic and historic merit, and the crown of the irenwaen collection.
Practice Makes Perfect
The sky was beautiful, a great canvas of purples and oranges, like a meadow full of flowers. it helped to clear his mind of all the day's stress, all the chores and hard work, all of it was in the past.
Adept Paws 7: Familiar Faces
Rea gripped her bag of spore pods, the canvas digging into her pawpads. it weighed almost nothing, but she knew that one sharp impact would set them all off.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 60
She lifted it above her shoulder, taking care not to accidentally hit taberah in the face, and thrust it at the brown canvas wall.
G.R.R. Skunk Wars
I try my last gasp and wrap my heavy legs around his waist and pull back on his head again to try and get him back down on the canvas. "grahhh!" he back-pedals as fast as he can, bam! "ah! god!" i yelp as my back hits the turnbuckle hard.
Chapter Seven: History
The image rippled, and suddenly the woman was in motion, painting on a small canvas. hadir and ranani stepped through the painting and into the room.
Every Artist's Dream: Chapter One
He entered, and saw several canvas stands. quickly, he set up his paintings, and waited as patiently as he could. he waited for yet another eternity, only this time it was only five minutes, and then the 'judges' walked in.
Ander - Chapter 5, Subchapter 46
She lay with her face right up against the canvas of their tent, unmoving. "mother?" "i've never been able to understand you, renna," she said. "i tried. cora knows i tried. but you were just too different." "i'm sorry..."
Broken Words: Chapter 15
All it had ended up being was splotches of paint on a thin, thin canvas. it had no greater meaning, it had no greater purpose, and it was nothing more than it was.
Indigo Nights- Chapter 1: Ink
I'm sure i can find you a nice canvas you can poke a hole in later," phoenix suggests.