The Dragon Lord - Chapter 3: Emotions

Smiling, he closed his eyes, the warmth of the glowing fire heating his front side, the dragon heating his back. draeg looked down and smiled.

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Sands of the West Chapter 1: Stranded

The heat did not affect volcan as it did him -as a fire-type the heat didn't bother a blaziken, but luke was no fire-type, his dark fur and metallic growths -the spikes on his paws and chest, absorbing the heat and sapping the life from his body.

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Wolves' Legacy 2: Chapter 19

He also trained his vision to make a difference between a normal heat wave and the heat wave of any living objects, which made a solid form of a humanoid.

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Mushrooms, Turtles and Pipes, Oh My! 8 - The Desert Trail

"i just wanted to get out of the sun a li'l, i don't mind the heat...but hey, least i can get you through here. anyways, welcome to dry dry desert. an endless land of scorching heat, ancient ruins and profitable towns full of trade.

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Small Consequences

At one point the heat left you so thirsty you found yourself licking at the wall of flesh around you to lap up some of her sweat just to wet the inside of your mouth.

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469 On Top Of Old Smokey

The icy growths are so fragile that they start to melt from the heat of her body and the faintest hint of her warm breath when she tries to lean close enough to find out for sure.

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Track Meet #1

There were twenty other runners in the 3200 meter race and all of us were in the slowest heat: the first heat.

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Cookie of Chances (Otherwise Untitled)

It shimmered softly in the heat of the oven, and the meerkat knew it was a trap.

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Lurking in the Mud - Storm Wrestling

It was dark, the rugged oak furniture, rugs and stone floors where barely picking up the light from the fire as it crackled away merrily lending heat and light to the room. "any luck garn?"

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Earth: The RPG Player's Guide

Such classes include things such as heat, cold, acid, electricity, piecring, slashing, blunt, etc.

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The Seasons of Loss - short poem

Summer's heat, proved too much, all bonds i hold must die. now here i sit, legs forever still, waiting for autumn's breeze. the last wave of heat, adds another scar, as he draws his final breath. **written by: fane star**

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Kenoks first hunt

The hot sun shone over head blanketing the desert in a heat almost to much for anything to bear.

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