Poem #34.0: What
It's ink but it's led. it's loud but it's quite. it's straight but it's uneven. it's a cat but it's a dog. it's worded but it's blank. it's soft but it's hard. it's rough but it's smooth. it's square but it's circular.
Chronicles of Nahia - Part 2
The old goat's arms were stained with ink, as was his linen tunic, and he wore a bronze pin on his shoulder that signified him as being in the direct employ of tuur. "seed? at this time of year?"
Shades of Gray
Gray had been raised the son of an ink maker, providing inks, dyes and paints to the small towns, farms and outposts he came across in his journeys. when he was old enough and had learned the trade, he ventured out on his own.
Scattered Starlight - Stolas' Farewell
Refusing to look at himself in the mirror, the prince gathered his materials thus: a parchment with princely markings, a dull gemstone, a quill of his own making, and ink as red as blood. the tools of a man of power -- him: powerless.
Departure and Returning
She asked while holding up her ink tipped finger readying to unleash another brush technique. "ah! n-nothing, i mean make you more... beautiful."
A Fateful Fall Encounter
In his right hand was a notepad, plain as ink. "huh, a pen and a notepad..." he said as he quickly flipped through its pages, back to front.
Immortal, Season 2 - Chapter 12 - Judgement
Collapsing back he hissed as ink black blood gushed from his wounds. katashi landed safely at the tendrils released his friends. slumping back the creature hissed and blood pooled down onto the floor. "is he dead?" maia kept her ground from katashi.
The First Contact
I had figured that it was time to put my stories into ink, and this was the start of that. i stood up, my bones creaking, and hobbled out the door to get my mail as the truck drove off down the street. bills, a couple of uninteresting letters... wait...
The Creation Theory
The scroll seems to trail off, a smattering of dark stains covering the page tears and ink having bleed as one. the writing continues though the hand has changed.
Equestrian Wars: Rise of Carthage pt. 2- War on the Horizon. .
Before celestia left to greet her sister, she used her horn to summon a piece of paper and a quill and ink.
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 18: Should I Bring Snacks?
The skyrend courier corps maintained outposts in every major city, each staffed with trained fliers whose names and reputations could be found inked on polished boards beside the feather-stamped charter ledgers.
The Fox and the Crow
And yet there they are, as true as tithing, their existence declared in red ink. ninety-six souls. the history of foxing is indeed storied, but one fact rings true throughout it all: light cannot exist without the dark.