CH21
Janna knelt before the hyena as she jabbed the ink-laced needle into her face again, doing her best not to grimace in pain.
Ode To The Coming Revelation
Oh the ink that has been to paper for your readers, written of: in fright, and horror; in love and adoration. symbol, even uninfluenced, of our great luna silver, thou art a requiem song for our past dark nights.
A Dragon's Tale-Chapter 2-Genesis
He had marine ink on his arm and raven ink right below it, custom combat pants and blond hair finally sent the message. "wyatt?",i asked running to him and giving him a shake. wyatt's hand suddenly shot up and grabbed my shoulder.
Welcome to Equestria chapter 7
One delivery of assorted letters to the ground district post office, the other is a special giant order of quills and ink to the ponyville library!" he asked.
MHO pt 4 - Quality Time - Chapter 7
"apparently, ink visited her after we left clovaria. they had a huge fight that lana almost won, but then ink threw her off by going guy-mode and kissing her," kuna explained, then blushed a bit.
Indigo Nights- Chapter 8: Drowned
Kyran's tears fall onto the pages, running fresh ink down at his feet like black rain as he reads a single line written over a blurry photograph of his brother.
The Anvil of Dawn, Chapter 8: Do Not Look Down
The eyes larger, sunken in black sockets that looked more like ink colored binoculars than sockets on a living being. inky tar leaked down from its gaze, falling into it's much too big mouth.
MHO - The Cult of the Crimson Isles - Chapter 7
ink never mentioned anything like that. i guess maybe that's how he came to figure out how life energy works, somehow, but i can't imagine how, or why he'd keep relying on it once he figured it out."
Same as Me
I cling to the sound of your words as the ink in my journal clings to the pages. everything about you is perfect, my wolf, and yet so imperfect are we, so against what they say we should be.
Life Was Sweeter Back Then...
They heard about how the bird had flew through the foggy skies, delivering scrolls, with some ink on them, that formed words. "oh, i'm so sorry, we must be going now, we need to find our friends now." sark spoke up.
Meeting Dracasis
As he passed his desk one last time, he quickly wrote with feather and ink on a white stock before leaving out of his cave, sticking it on a wooden sign-holder.
Sending the letter
Almost bringing it to bear on the first sentence "no that's fine..." he muttered under his breath "sorry bird" he said as he brought the black as night ink down on almost the entirety of the last paragraph.