T'yer Swiftpaw's Journey
"that's odd," t'yer mumbled as he rolled the gem between his fingers, "the cord feels like leather but it doesn't have a knot in it. whoa there isn't any hole in the stone the cord is growing out of the crystal!
Feyrahl, SF Ch 3.3
Clearing his throat, the lynx-bear returned his paw to the strings of his mandolin and he strummed it a few times until he found the cord he was looking for. "very well... just be gentle on your critique."
Cergard, war side.
Right, right, that's because your muscle is compromised of thousands of little cords that bunch together when you flex and stretch when you relax." curio grabbed a bundle of the cords.
Spirit Bound Spin Off Chapter 14: Fight Between Lovers
A chi infused kick to the side with another punch to the spinal cord. natsu was unfazed. "naughty. that's not how you treat your guests." he howled sending shivers down everyone's spine. "ha-ha quite stuck are we now? faelen you are released.
Ander - Chapter 5, Subchapter 31
Hezzi did as he was told, pulling the cord across his stomach and then handing it back on the other side.
Universe of Conflict Chapter Six
Her best friend was in terrible pain, unconcious and now possibly before deaths door... she was rushed to the hospital wing and put under the corded iv's and statis tank to let her body heal without it having to operate to keep her alive.
The Sound of Love Chapter 2
The vulpine grabbed the amp cord and plugged in. taking a few good strums of her strings, that low twang of each one. the strums became plucks of the strings, slowly a rhythm began to form.
Chapter V: Turn the Tide
Angered, he picked up one of the plastic chairs and hurled it up at the television - breaking the screen, and dislodging the power cord. he swore, realizing he'd probably be punished for that, but at least the irritating noises were gone.
An enginer by trait ch1.
," i ask.my fireman wilt he replies by shoveling coal into.the frenice , i yank the whistle cord to tell everone to move outta my way.
I WILL SAVE YOU
He starts decoupling cords and unplugging wires, working his magic. moments later he is holding a coal-black cylinder of... something. "diverter blew. i'm gonna have to go get one after breakfast so hold tight."
An old story
Au petit matin, je pris mon sac à dos, ma lampe torche et une corde. je me dirigea vers la grotte. une fois devant son entrée je pris une profonde respiration et y pénétra.
Welcome to the City
Dressed in a tan, silk shirt that fit loosely over his broad muscular shoulders and tan linen pants complete with cord tie, nearly the same color but slightly off color compared to his tawny fur.