Renaissance
She bought some clay from an artisan in renaissance -- martian clay, the color of caramel -- and fired it, breaking it into pieces to remake the landscape of the mosaic.
Chapter 52: I Love Him
Sun wolves were singing and dancing in the streets when keme arrived with kel at zaldon's clay hut.
Chapter 32 Let's Get Married
At the moment, evelyn was sitting beside aina around one of the many fires, still painted with clay and clapping her paws as she watched the dancing. she elbowed aina every now and then, pointing to something funny she wanted her to see.
Cave God
In me you pour your prayers your fears as you store meat in your clay pots. i am your bear-lion-god. i am dead things. empty space. and power. what do we make next?
Ander - Part 3: Subchapter 2
Shekka and some of the other she-wolves were moving through the crowds with bowls of red clay and deer blood, marking the warriors with symbols of war.
Identity: Chapter Twenty-Five
The screen began to blink through various photos of san fernando's leaders: the mayor, captain williston, da douglas, judge clay, and others, including those not from san fernando, such as senator mccracken.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 29
Mother must have seen something on her face, because she seized her by the head and roughly guided her towards the clay pot beside her bedroll, expertly sweeping her hair out of the way just before the vomit came gushing out of her mouth and nose, burning
Tales of Morveria: Loyalty 4, Sacrifice
Just as he's about to leave, he notices a small clay jar lying by itself on a shelf near the entrance. he opens it and finds a strange liquid inside, and not much of it. he sees a drawing on the jar resembling fangs. it's painted in charcoal.
Meeting the New Enemy epilogue
They said again when they found her holding one pup by the scruff of its neck in her mouth as it tried to reach the floor, another pup sticking its head and tongue out from under the pile of floor pillows, a third pup looking innocently from behind a large clay
Untitled Poem
Endeavors wear the warmer years away, reduced at last to heaven's dormant clay. alive, i lick brambles until my tongue tears, despairing my ever being young. i think of you. i don't smile when i do.
The hunter becomes the hunted (part1)
I put the rifle in its hard plastic, foam padded case, i go around to the cars trunk and pull-out a skeet tosser, a machine that tosses clay pidgins or skeet.
Devin the Rebel (Diapers)
Devin sat down on clay bench nearby and took a deep breath. the lion heard a faint farting noise coming from the equine. knowing what was about to come, michael bit his lip, and pretended to look away. "you're going now?" michael snapped.