Snow Dawgs. Chapter Eleven.
He deflated again, letting out all that build up anger and rage with the hot breath that misted the air between us. instead, he turned around and punched another tree. full on, closed fist, punched it. i was afraid he’d break his hand.
"Family Tails" - Chapter 22
Looking once more at where lola's body was buried, his eyes misted over as he recalled the scent of her fur and the throaty purr she had whenever she curled up with him.
Peaceful insomnia...
Slowly, lowly, through the mists ever hiding the destination i move about with ease, carried by the breeze, care-free, a true stranger to frustration eyes blinking, thoughts always in themselves, thinking sounds echoing around, they seem behind in my ventures
WOLVES MIST - Chapter 1(.4)
He followed the Wolven female through hallways, turning left and right seemingly at her whim. Finally they came to a great stone door. "Here we are, in you go" she said. Chris looked at the door, trying to spot a handle or the crack where it must...
KAIA
Covered in fur and scales and void mists. steeling his resolve, dáithí slayed the beast, earning a scar across his right arm in the process. as he goes to check on the family, he's stopped by a familiar voice.
WOLVES MIST - Chapter 2(.3)
Skye held the writing stick in his hand uncomfortably. It kept feeling like it was about to shoot out of his grip and his hand was already hurting from the strange new way he was forcing it to hold something. The Grandmaster had wasted little time in...
Divine Age
It has be lost in mists, and cutting winds of time. just as the origins of ourselves fade, so do the stories that accompany them.
A Change in Uniform - Part 1
Even at night, it felt as if he was being constantly misted by lukewarm water which made his skin sticky and his clothes heavy. he missed the temperate weather of washington state. it would get better.
Song of heart. (A taste of what I have composed in the past.)
The winds have fled, the mists settled, laid to their rest across the fields where we would walk, if only you were here. waiting, breathe the air which whispers. whispers myths and tales.
Fire and Ice - Chapter Two - A Thorn Amongst The Roses
. \* from out of the swirling mists, jessica strode purposefully - appearing as if a ghost herself. angrily, the stallion's ears pasted flat and he snorted warningly, but jessica showed no fear as she approached the stallion.
Apocalypse Failed (WP Response)
The ebon mask laughed, high and derisive, while drawing in the air the enchantment that would summon that ancient evil from the mists of the aethyr, all the while using what was left of our souls to power the enchantment, taking just enough not to
Regrets of Old
His eyes began misting over as he held the hand wrapped around him and smiled, leaning back against his master. "yes... i feel the same."