Wild Kith 1
His own roughly-worn garments had been deemed too nice to be left in his possession, so they were confiscated and the fledgling prisoner received a "brand new" pair from the execution of the day.
Scales and Honor- Night Rising: Epilogue
He had an energy crossbow slung with a worn leather strap around his torso. he kept with nigelius' quickened pace, as he brought the man further into the tower. nigelius had used the man and his mercenaries at his disposal numerous times over the years.
Gamer Tea: Part 3
Finally reaching his destination, he took a sip of water from his worn metal flask and drove up the long gravel driveway.
Scales and Honor- Viridian Night: Chapter 2
Beyond those tall plants was a worn looking grey barnhouse with two clear windows that he could see. the roof was triangular in shape, it was a dark crimson in color, the paint chipping away from age.
Life On the Other Side - Chapter 1
Despite the worn out look she had from her sack, she stood firm and straight at me.
Against All Odds: Part 23 - Captive
On a tired, worn table sat a mesh of dirty wiring attached to a metal base. 'they're putting me in a fucking cage!'
Out There, Ch 2
A moment later the comms inside both mechs, and worn on the ears of hakurr and imacha, buzzed into life.
Nona: Chapter Two: Whispers in the Dark
Katelyne was wearing her light brown victorian pants, long black fingerless steampunk gloves, black leather steampunk boots, a white dress shirt, a red steampunk corset, a well-worn black leather jacket and a blue scarf.
Power and Pride
Smeared above its brittle, rain-worn head, stars thrummed in and out, a hundred heartbeats bigger than any person on the dirt and mud ball they glared over. the air of the area around the castle and its city shock under their white eyes.
A New Start
Pushing away the "immovable" throne chair lego flicked his wrist exposing the clean but somewhat worn hidden blade clicking it into the locks opening the vault.
A New Start
Pushing away the "immovable" throne chair lego flicked his wrist exposing the clean but somewhat worn hidden blade clicking it into the locks opening the vault.
Phoenix's Story - Chapter One
She wrapped my egg in the heavy parka she had worn to brave the snow with, no longer needing it now that the froslass had been vanquished but worried that my egg was cold.