Drako Tygon- chapter 3
Snow gathered on his palm, and started to stick together, making a sculpture. he set it down on the ground, then it grew and grew, and then, it looked like a sculpture of me. firefairy said, "so you can control ice. that's, cool."
Brought to You by Swamp Weed Alchemy
Frozen in a moment of grief, the sculpture's face was buried in its hands, seemingly wrecked with sobs. "is this one any more talkative than the last?" knox asked, a wry look curling their muzzle.
The Downward Spiral
Same clay, new sculpture. thanks to all katie. he heard the creak and crash of the doors again.
Hero, Chapter 3 - A Book - old version
She glanced down at the small wooden sculpture almost for affirmation. 'yes,' reya imagined it replying, 'torren's gonna love me!' she had a hard time keeping a secret like that.
Equestrian Wars: Rise of Carthage pt. 2- War on the Horizon. .
The walls were beautifully decorated with paintings and sculptures of many famous anthros and humans of carthage's past years.
War's Oversight - Chapter 06
What had been a neat cube of ribbed metallic grey plating was now, to appearances, a flat, amateurish sculpture of a four-pointed compass rose, with a kind of curious stack of electronics equipment in the middle.
End of My World 5
The ground floor was lined with plate glass windows and had dark, highly polished wood floors there were grey metal sculptures strategically placed and the high, dark ceiling was covered with tiny circles of light, giving the impression of a starry sky.
Fruity Friendship
While the vendor was using his firebreath to carefully scorch the meat to tasty perfection, atlas had turned his attention to another side, where an icespitter drakka was using her frostbreath to carve a delicate ice sculpture that resembled a beaver or some
Return to Vassalized Earth: An Unremarkable Day
As abel was already knee-deep in pretending to be a shameless boot-licker, he didn't see any issue with keeping the act up and kissing a bronze sculpture of a regulian.
The Old Violin
Thomas chamberlin stood on the stage with his wife, the seats that once held vases, sculptures, and paintings empty and there was only thing remaining- the old violin.
chapter 8
The three of them had joined rooms) to the hall, ifrit felt something weird, like an astonishment to the wooden sculptures, the dark woods, and the well-lit corridor, in particular. it was not the first time he ever felt about it.
Of Snow and Ink: Part 1 - The Dream
Many before her were famous for sculptures they built in honor of the village elders, and some had even designed the very structures which now sheltered them today. however, nix had a talent for penmanship.