Silver Stream Memory 26
"sko always around," he mused. "behemoth the elephant belly," the demon simply put and cardia with conclaive laughed aloud. "bop," the book blinked flying from wri's hands.
Horns & Halos CH7
"hmmm...improvement.", malice mused, giving her slave the opium. the drow then produced a small scroll and a bag, tossing them to nisha. "procure the items listed on the scroll.", she ordered, turning on her heel.
In the Negative: Chapter 3
"it's started already," erik mused with a shake of his head. "i'll put an end to this," miles stated and turned away.
The Outlander 2 17
She mused to herself as she walked off into the undergrowth calling after the warriors' son. "martin! martin! where are you?" "over 'ere," a gruff voice called out.
The Color of Night
However, he liked to dabble in the visible arts on occasion when his muse bade him to . he had drawn this picture one day after a heated discussion between himself and his roommates.
DREADWOLF Chapter 7
Not surprising he mused considering he'd just eaten half a tribe of goblins. "big." said opal. rain scratched his chin. "yes. still hungry though." "i can fish." "huh?" "i can fish a little."
Shayde's Story Chapter 2
A very dumb thing to do, he mused. silently, he opened the door and entered the room. the intruder didn't notice, and was now doing through the pockets of his pants.
College life: Chapter 1
Granted they both had other likes, leo enjoyed some rock such as muse or coldplay, and enjoyed listening to music from random japanese anime. diego liked some classical music including j.s. bach's harpsichord and piano pieces.
Waking Dreams
She mused. there was another laugh, this time closer and more harsh. "you know me too well, silent moth. but... i haven't come for pleasantries."
Stripes, Chapter 2: First Encounters
"a lot of physical guys - and the girls they hang out with - have pretty particular notions about what looks good," i mused. "i suppose you're right there." sam grimaced.
Bahamut's Light: Chapter 4
Veledar mused the moment his paws settled on the cold stone, pinning his wings behind him. "do i look like one of their undead monsters sent to attack them?" "to be fair, a red dragon _does_lead them."
Grayson 1
There is much in favor of waiting for the muse to strike (which, in my case, usually means with a large open forepaw across the muzzle, just to get my attention); in the throes of artistic intercourse with my muse, words can flow by the thousands in a day,