Rangertale, Ch.5: Uricht, Part II
* * * tull ashen grey-furred lupine, longtime foe of mels. heavily scarred and well armored and armed. not much known of his personality, though he seeks the blades of eulas seemingly for personal power.
Preying on the Past - Ch. 1 Bridging Two Worlds
With as much force as i could muster, i forced the creature onto the ground, feeling that ichor smearing across its chest, its foul stench filling the air around me as my left hand slammed that six inch ashen stake into the chest of the monstrous creature
Lonely Oak Chapter 9
The light wasn't as dominant here; in fact it was ashen, turning their fur gray and heavy, sapping all color out of their eyes.
Rangertale, Ch.9: Ancient Power
Behind the pedestal stood a tall, ashen-furred lupine, scarred from many battles. he watched the rangers with curiosity, and a hint of admiration. tull withdrew the blade from its place as the two rangers approached.
Reparation
The buck pet her headfur softly, soothing the long, flowing, dark-ashen curls as he murred softly into her long lop ear. "not at the expense of losing you, lyris.
Cold-Hearted: Part 7
I followed the ashen muzzle up to his eyes while he smiled at me, and i shivered when the deep amber glow of his eyes struck me, "you got here before even i did."
Suncrest - Chapter 9
A dash of alcohol and one fire spell later, they were tossing ashen remains in a dumpster. tea nodded proudly. as thorough as they'd been, giu held out hope someone would find their traces. if only to satisfy his curiosity.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 62
Sorrin stepped over the ashen border, and as his furious eyes swept across the battlefield, a new line of silhouettes appeared behind him, growing darker and darker until they emerged from the smoke; the fifty foxes that had gone to hunt banno.
Prologue of City in the Snow
Barry perked up and noticed that wall still hasn't come back in time for the bark of the new log to start turn black and ashen. "must've drank quite a lot," he said gruffly. "he did drink most of our coffee today."
Presto - Chapter 1
The ashen-furred fennec was making gestures toward a cake pan, as an assistant tore up bits of paper, and doused them with lighter fluid. the fox pulled a match from under his lapel, but it did not light. he tried again - nothing.
The Freehorn's Scars - Chapter 4
The minotaur looked in his direction, trying to remember who the ashen haired man was. cale or caleb or something. kirtok didn't care to learn people's names.
Blue
Yet these wondrous things remained unattainable, something i could never hope to afford, the skies of above my current residence were more an ashen grey, and my mother was long gone from this world, interred alongside the rest of my kin within the sacred church