Blood Red: Chapter Eleven: The Dangerous Half-Dozen
We spent several minutes of traversing through the dull corridors that made up the building, and all the time i was asking myself the same question; why hadn't we run into anyone yet?
The Rogue: Part 2
The pain that i had felt earlier had receded from a raging inferno to a dull throb. slowly, i opened my eyes, but something felt a little odd. light seared my right, but it was like my left never opened.
The Dragon's Scale
The king bowed his head, the ruby upon his crown glowing with a dull crimson glow. "go with my blessings."
Project Phantasm chapter 1
They were encased in faded fatigues, dull black boots, uzi's, walkie-talkies, and all manner of other military accouterments.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 147
147 there were feelings, but they were all dulled, muffled, as if wrapped in cloth... _no, this isn't a cloth. it's something else.
Ayliith's Origin Story
Clawstopper of dull yellow scaled form entered, his scarred muzzle and brown eyes measuring her with satisfaction as his form blocked the entrance of the den.
Poem #75: Tapestry
The interest of art is a dull one indeed for you cannot like what you do not understand. and youth rarely understands what it does not create or so i've been told. ~bhscorch [!
Host's Soup (Otherwise Untitled)
Patrica rubbed at her side a bit while regarding the cutting board on the counter near the stove, her ribs keeping their dull ache from their escape the night before.
Battle Oath: For The King
So may your steps always be steady, may your sight be ever clearer, may your grasp forever stay firm, may your sword never grow dull, and may your shout raise our virtues to our glory. for yours is the crown.
Poem #33: The Senses
I feel so plugged the flowers are dull the stench rots my core my nose a sore burning my face. i feel so tasteless ash filling my mouth i look down i see charcoal glowing with fiery malice.
dover hills
The vengeful time eroding the shape into a dull mass, gone are the beautiful horns and the wing and claw erased as time takes its toll, gone is the grace of flight, gone is the majesty of the master of the sky.
A Lamb Among Wolves Ch:4
_dawn turned to the sudden dull noise. it had come from a dirty little sliding window in the back of the cab. it rattled briefly before another heavy _'clunk'_ shook the pane again. _"tefff to teels!"