Sharpen Sticks
Over the hill better get your slingshots and spitballs ready it won't matter if they want us dead or alive they'll have to take us in pieces bloody screaming pieces sharpen sticks because the fight is never over until you're back home soaking
Poem: Its Dark Out
Slowly at first, running down soft furred cheeks rolling down and soaking into the fabric of the shirt currently worn. harder and faster the tears do fall, hitting the pillow or mattress upon which, the body of the tigress lays.
Rain in The meadows (Twokinds snippet)
In the next moment she was on the ground, soaked and cold, with a horrifying pain in her stomach, as if something had stabbed her all the way through. she took a moment to regain herself.
Shifting
Now he was a bloody mess on the couch, soaking the matted gray fabric to turn it a wet black. she pushed herself up, giving another shake of her head for good measure, and padded over to the corpse.
Happy Birthday Puppy-Dog.
He didn't know why, but somehow being naked and soaked to the skin always made him think about sex. or rather, his _lack_ of said activity.
The Symbol? - Chapter 5
I could see from the mirror i was a mess, my shirt was still wet and soaked, i had uncontrollable tears running down my face, the fact is that i looked horrible. i looked over at my phone, i had 26 messages, all from jake.
Born Anew: Chapter 4
The only evidence to support the fact that it had indeed happened was the large amount of half-dry blood that soaked his fur all around where he had been stabbed.
Teaser- "Perfect Lives"
"just...give me a minute-" i said as i ran into my room and grabbed some fresh clothes, before sprinting in the bathroom and peeling off the soaked rags i had and leaving them to dry in the shower.
Lone Flag
The king's muzzle, once so concentrated on a mead-soaked piece of chicken leg, chewed slower and his tail drooped for the loss of one so young. "i'm sorry."
The Rebel
Knowing his history, mysteries - all that they offer to teach him, he is a medium sensing the dead and the needs of the living; soaking in baths, reading stories and eating his sweets on a free whim, pampering's what he enjoys and he loves to be jolly
Why There are Shadows
They cried with fur soaked in the blood of faith who had been hunted down untried.**_ _**what felt of an eternity had doubt filled my lungs to the brim.
Sentinel
Sentinel copyright pyrin1701 troubled sky, soaking ground, water rising all around, clouds of anger, rain so full, lightning flashing, wind out of control, the ground is shaking, the sky is quaking, natures angry wrath, will cut a winding path