The Forgotten God
One of these lost relics was a temple deep in the misty foothills of the primordial forest. centuries came and went, and it waited to be discovered. few are sure why it went unnoticed for so long.
Sam's Guilt
Sam looked up to suddenly see spike's deep green eye's staring back at him. "oh..." sam started. "sorry..." he began to move away. suddenly, spike grabbed his hand, keeping it held in place around him. "wait", he said. sam waited.
Me and my masters part 1
Nick:well here's the woods. time to find this guy who lives in the huge cave deep deep inside of it and anounce that i'm here to make him feel love and joy. i'm just he's a nice guy too. i wonder why that guy at the park saw him and ran. he must of been scared
Lucario's beatdown
;even so that geodude graved him from the shoulders and made him get up, still graving him from the shoulders and lucario trying to understand what was happening he didn't have much time to think it since a hard uppercut to lucario's solar plexus went in deep
The Dragon's Scale
Clartheon hissed in his deep bass voice as the dragon stood at his full height, shining majestically with a deep golden glow. as the dragon turned to leave to look for more gems he froze, a memory from his predecessor came to mind.
Rise of Red Comet Chapter 1, The Blinding
He took a deep breath and sat up. "you okay?" "yeah," he huffed, "i'm fine now. well, looks like we're going to be busy for a bit."
Life in The Mines
Digging deep, and never stop, it's ours to keep whatever they drop...
In the Pale Moonlight
Azure paused, took a deep, deep breath through the nose. and let it out. it showed slightly in the air, which, after being washed by the sun, was growing cooler as the sun began to set, casting long, bold shadows.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 38
The deep ache in his side. the cold. the faraway screams. the smell of smoke. none of it could reach him. none of it could get through. his anger was too great. ander hurried through the woods, bent low to the ground.
Poem: Love
A simple flirt, a simple hug, a simple kiss, may scratch at the limestone of the soul to carve intricate patterns in its deep golden hue. if the scratches grow too deep the limestone will crack and break and fall upon each other to support one another.
The Pokemon Threat Chapter Four!
When they arrived, they came to a deep river, blaze like having a bath, but he was afraid to go into deep water, since he was a fire type. "poochie, you're going to have to go on without me, am a fire type, i hate deep water. i can't stand it.
Don't Let Go
_have mercy on me, protect me._ he walked to the sanctuary door and took a deep breath. maybe he could sit in the back today, in the corner beside the sound booth where no one looked. a rough arm wrenched him aside.