Calming Winds
A lone tiger stood atop a hill with sakura trees all around him, a katana with a worn grip in both of his paws. the surface underneath was making his paws itch, small imperfect grooves irritated his fingers.
The Folly
The adventurer, a battle-worn and decrepit wolf, drained of any persistence and life had propped himself up against a nearby boulder.
Tragic Life Part Two
The hotel room was cold and kyle was once again tired, rather worn out. the plane ride was uneventful, if somewhat dull. hearing his friends.... co workers talk about their families, wife, and children. it became quite annoying.
Dungeons And Adders CH2
The ferret youth unclasped his worn cloak, preparing to pounce on his quarry. _now, _he thought, leaping into the alley and trapping his prey under his cloak.
Spare Change
As he rubbed his worn and weary face, terry flinched as an eagle screamed through his bedroom, spawned by the reverse image on his washington quarters.
A True Ghost Story
The steaks of blood i thought i had seen turned out to be a familiar pair of worn leather suspenders worn by the body hanging from a nearby tree with a rope tightly pulled around its neck.
001 Sythkyllya
It's actually meant to be worn over something else, but that would have made it far too hot for the desert, which was where he had to be.
MHO - The Cult of the Crimson Isles - Chapter 12
He was worn out from the healing and particularly the essence transfer, but fortunately a single vine was more than doable. "kalei, still got that hatchet?" "er, y-yeah?"
Dinner and Game (Otherwise Untitled)
His tone, well worn through the familiar recitation, shifted to the bouncy tone the gryphon always expected of the fennec. "any questions?... none?... good! lead healer?", he passed the discussion over to the gryphon.
Inside>Out! Ch4 A New Start Pt2
Their gleaming crimson color matched that of his worn mantle. he took a battle position, and growled. the duel began, and shinta and iwako took their cue to escape.
Heatless
He was dressed in his standard tanktop, shorts and baseball cap with the bill worn behind his head.
Howling Blizzard Mists
Making you question question the point of coming to work today which turned out to be a pretty fruitless task of course tomorrow will mean shoveling and spreading rock salt when the blizzard has passed but for now you've finally made it home worn