The Outlander 2 13
When an area of the blade misted over the squirrel looked over his shoulder and called to his friend, "matty, he's alive." "leave him be, he's dying anyway," mattimeo replied coldly.
A boy in girls’ clothing Ch. 1
I melted in my seat; in the mists of the teacher hounding him as the same as she did me i caught his name it was race.
Stories From Elton High | Chapter 24
I open my eyes slowly; they hardly have time to focus before misting over again with tears. what happened wasn't a dream; i tore the only person who ever meant anything to me out of my life.
The Book of Warlock 20. At the edge of oblivion
There were dragons travelling, faint magical mists following them around, portals and gates were opening and closing as they went. the universe he had come from was cracking.
The Book of Warlock 19. No good deed goes unpunished.
His eyes glazed over slightly, the dark magic of the staff seeping back into the mists of his mind, taking over once more. "oh, great," anar exclaimed, gesturing to the vibrating rat with a sweep of his hand, "now look what you've done!"
Scorched Earth
The morning mists had seemed so thick in front of her as to appear well-nigh impenetrable, yet they'd parted before her like butter, almost welcoming her through.
A Princess' Steed: Chapter Four
Taking a deep breath, the mare put her head back around the door as luna paused, eyes misted over with concern. "yes?" celestia braced herself, unconsciously tucking her chin down towards her chest.
The Mourning After - Chapter 15 (Shadows of the Past)
The early morning mists still clung to the mountain tops, illuminated by the still rising sun. as much as i hated getting up early to head out to man the outpost, this sight made it worth it. the air was crisp with the chill of the night.
Reality is all We Have : Prologue, Chapter One
As she opened the door steam misted out like smoke in a puff, turning the light off she quickly met enka in the living room. enka patted the seat on the green leather couch next to her as an invitation and held up a bowl of odd brown and yellowish mush.
From Dungeons unto Dragons : A lycan\'s tale
mists slithered through the dank and dusty corridors, eddies in their wake stealing dust and flaking filth.
Draconian Peril Ch.2
Serris was already feeling the effects of the poison, her scales were dulling, vision misting over, strength failing her. it was only a matter of time, considering what they hit her with. "(panting)... dragons-bane?
Wiroch: Basic Info
The rain never stopped pouring in this area, whether just the regular misting or a torrential downpour. the _boggers_ insisted that it was the most beautiful place in all the land. though other scales would tend to disagree.