Beneath the God Who Rules the World Part 4
I’ve never had a tailor-made suit before.” “then this will be a treat for you,” the badger nodded, “please stand on the raised platform if you would.”
Swimming in a Suit and Tie
"here we are, mate, the best tailors in the city." a small sign hung over the door 'arrow tailors, fine men's wear no matter your species.'
Winterfall : The Journey Begins
The minx stood poise, her posture almost to near perfection, her dress, while tailored for functionality, still did it's best to flatter her figure. elric strolled toward his instructor, his efforts mainly focused on keeping his composure.
Ballade of Paternal Reminiscience
Perhaps one was a tinker, tailor, soldier, or a spy all to conceal the simple truth: your father's just some guy. he knoweth not the answers to the darnedest things we say. he knoweth not the wilderness 'gainst which is he is on guard.
Cry Me a Murder (part five): Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Demon
._ _think that tell and chris have seen'em_ _tinker, tailor, soldier, demon._ - - - [\*] in "fallen angels" [\*\*] in "havana or hell"
Last wish
His beak, cut off and reshaped into a maw fit for tearing through flesh.covered in mastercrafted armor from head to toe adorned with runes tailored to his savagery.
A Quick Glance
A high gothic dress covered her frame, it was set to match her holy silver hair and the raven black wings, custom tailored to fit over her frame and the corset that she also wore.
Little Miss Chaperon-Rouge
The huntsman was a handsome young stud in a tailored black frock coat and snug grey breeches, with a knapsack and musket slung across his back.
[Detective Thusrdays] Banned
She was quite shapely, a fact almost flaunted by her tailored suit. the fox on the other hand was pretty average looking. his fur was the normal orange-red of his kin except the white on his chin and what i could see of his neck.
Skinwalkers: Distant Thunder, Chapter One
The entire scene seemed tailor-made to fan the flames of adventure in fey greenbriar’s heart. and it was all so very, very wrong. to fey, who had been sitting on the bus for the past five hours, it was as if nature were mocking her.
Slathalin: The Prologue.
It was clung to his body in only a way a tailor-made suit from the best business out there could do, and was completed with a deep blue handkerchief that could be seen folded neatly in his jackets chest pocket, his silken white gloved hands resting with their
Just Another Job
Presently, he dressed in an orange shirt that marked him as an employee of _five aces construction_, and a pair of specially tailored pants that covered his uniquely shaped torso. he had groomed himself at his boss' insistence.