Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 11
Then throw out the rags when you're done." kiana looked down at the tray in her hands, filled with a crisscrossing assortment of knives and needles, spotted with blood. "um, mother?
Twisted Night: Chapter 3
Glints of gold and silver caught her eye as sunlight drifted into the cavern, shields of different shapes and colors lined the cavern walls next to ragged tapestries of all flowing colors.
Silver and Gold – Pain – ch 5
"it's ok jayson, we are at the vets" my breathing was ragged and laboured as i tried to figure why i was here and how the people were not noticing kris talking, i look from the nurse to kris not knowing what to do or think.
Thieves Chapter 14 - Doing Business
The rag he wore was barely enough to cover him, and it was dusty and unwashed. his frame was too slim for a wolf, he looked almost starved. and a sturdy iron collar decorated his neck.
Pokemon - Tale Of The Guardian Master - CH 16
He took out a rag and some disinfectant, setting the materials down near snivy, and set off into the nearby woods, picking materials to feed snivy with. "lets see... some of this... ah... those are good... hmm... and...
The Snow Remembers
The ice carver was wrapped in layers upon layers of old rags. on top of the rags was a large and well padded overcoat. that gave him away as a visitor right away since the major population of bazrio didn't wear coats.
Darkened Skies: Chapter 5: Warm Evening
The hag squirmed beneath her, taking a ragged breath. “wasn't trying to eat ya…only was interested in eating the gryphon…he looked…" the hag closed her eyes, giving off a pleased croon. “so delicious."
Aleisha's Story - Chapter Two - Aftermath
Aleisha drew a ragged breath, then winced and reached up to touch the bandages on her throat, but her father gently took her paws and held them, making her carefully turn her head to look at him.
Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 52
There were giant, ragged cuts in his wrists, gushing blood onto his lap. they went all the way around, like bracelets, and all the way down into the crooks of his elbows, flaying his arm open like red canyons.
Lost
ragged leather, flapping weakly chipping, milky scales, once brilliant and green is she dead? no, she cries. she makes no sound. she makes no move. staring out, remembering, lost so lost... she'll never see him again. never touch him.
The Gypsy Ring
His quarry, an old stag, was starting to show its age, heavy puffs of breath turning ragged as if fled in terror, desperate to shake off the young carnivore.
Mistress Adri's BASIC character creator
So, i was coaxed to type this up from the pencil paper version that was looking a little ragged and post it. here you are and please keep in mind that if people like, i'll come up with a more extensive one later.