Eau de Kitsune
She slinks about in leaves and vines, comes closer to you, and she pines, to taste of you--of humankind. she's lovely misery. she'll take your heart, she'll take it all. she'll bend you to the vixen's call.
Blood on Ice - Chapter Seventeen
"conri," the pine marten said referring to the black wolf. "about time. candika has been here for a while so i expected you sooner." "the snowflake is here too," candika said, referring to me.
Raven's Demons
Now, as the two camped together underneath a pine with low-hanging branches, raven sat with her legs crossed and watched as hunter lay on his side, snoring quietly.
With These Broken Wings: Chapter 3
The drake dropped his entire body into the pine leaves as he saw the faint flicker of the fire that crackled merrily outside of the small hut.
This Is Me Challenge: Arkona Kothe
pine, birch, and maple trees fly past as the truck speeds down the road, only slowing to pull off into a small clearing in the dense forest. a few people are gathered at the edge of the clearing, waiting for the guest of honor to exit his vehicle.
The Yard Sale
It's very dry in there," she said pointing to the odd building down the drive, nestled below huge and towering pines trees. "are you searching for anything in particular, dearie? do you have special hobbies, or interests?"
Alice Dippleblack in The Jellybane Chapter 5
I need a pine tree." "what for?" asks alice, turning another of the crabs legs over the fire. "to get some sap. i know how to make glue from pine sap and charcoal. can i borrow your sword again?"
Alice Dippleblack in The Jellybane Ch5
I need a pine tree." "what for?" asks alice, turning another of the crabs legs over the fire. "to get some sap. i know how to make glue from pine sap and charcoal. can i borrow your sword again?"
Because I sympathized with animals...
Yet why do i pine for physical difference? i am thirsty for physical sensation -- my body's alteration. have i been fooled? pragmatism it may not be, but can desires ever be wrong? must all passions be logical, and not aesthetic?
Forlorn
Forlorn (04/09/2018) lie awake within my bed, books beside are left unread, tears run hot across my face, pining for a warm embrace, drowning in the loneliness, sink into the black abyss, demons clinging to my back spirit has begun
The Harrowing Years
Them to deepest lakes - to the starlit shores" this i have learnt: even the sweetest wine turns to sour we work our fingers to the bone all our efforts of no avail here we all are but troubled guests on darkling earth lost echoes that pine
Ander - Part 4: Subchapter 48
Dad had worked for over an hour, and by the time he was done he had managed to fell three medium-sized pines.