The Yulpa Circuit
Streaks of mass drivers, missiles, and the invisible menace of laser fire crisscrossed the tangle of racers like the frayed weaves of a tapestry, several rookies tumbling into the void as their dreams were cut short at the very start line by incoming fire
ET2: The Villiage
The abdomen bounced and spun while the many legs worked at the job of weaving. in its own way, the little spider was dancing.
the pianists journey
Crowds, she was on the center stage, playing the tune she wrote some time back before she worked at that club, her mind focused on the music, using the claps of the crowd like some strange metronome, the dj standing off to the side with his mixing station, weaving
Return of the Lycans 3
He made his way through the forest weaving in and out of the trees and bushes while nick was busy tripping, hitting, or running into everything. "when did humans get so clumsy?"
The Master: Who is he really?
He weaves unto the very foundations of submission, every essential thing that makes the submissive, whom they naturally are, and whom they naturally want to be. he tends to the gardens of hearts, of minds, of bodies and souls.
A New Life Ch. 1
Kyo asked as they where weaving through the remains of the village. kyo watched as he ran seeing the wolves grabbing the woman and young children by the throat and dragging them back from where they ran from.
Ander - Part 4: Subchapter 17
Sometimes he'd see val picking flowers all by herself and weave them into those little circlets, just like she and mom used to do when all the chores were done and the menfolk of the family were off on their own little adventures, catching fish or building
Legend of Captains Thod and Riva ((Chapter 2 and 3))
A whistling sound passed by thod's right ear and the sound of something heavy hit the dusty trail that weaved through the housing district. "well, well, well. what do we have here?" a jackal said as he moved foreword, his eyes on riva.
Blind Date
I weave baskets and sell them. work at home stuff." "that's, uhm. that's good, i guess?" he really wasn't doing well with the talking to a furry thing. poor boy, so nervous.
Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 48
She choked back her tears and trudged through the snow, weaving through the winding pathways between tents of wolves she would never see again. all of this, everything inside these walls, her very life. she was leaving it all behind. no.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 144
She remembered how they had hurried back along the old dirt road that ran along the eastern edge of the orchard, she and her sister huddled together underneath father's coat like a mobile tent, dodging and weaving around all the rapidly forming mud puddles
Smoke Break
Their paper thin forms were held in place not by glue, but instead seemed to weave inside the wood itself, both entangled with the painted flowers and deftly avoiding them.