Mass Effect: Chasing Ghosts Ch 1-3
Her breath came out in ragged bursts and she held her rifle crookedly, but at that close range neither a misfire nor rithe's barrier mattered.
Healing
"that... was the plan..." he shook out in ragged breaths. the kobold gave a wicked grin and snatched ayle's staff, throwing it down the passage. with uncaring claws it gripped ayle by the shoulders, dragging him back.
An Unsatisfied Customer
I began to panic, thrashing my head about, rubbing it against my arms trying to loose the rag bound across my eyes. every pant i released was unable to escape my maw, the gag muffling the sound to an inaudible breath.
The House (Part one)
And what she was wearing, ragged, old, torn, clothes. in my mind, she was wearing a newly bought pretty white, with a smile on her face, but in reality, she was angry at the fact that we were stuck in this horrid, old building.
The Next Day - a Bear & Coyote story
"if i am not mistaken, this disgusting rag conceals a human child." the other spirit changed over from his animal form, stood upright and walked to look down upon the blanket on the ground.
My Life as a Slave 3
Usually we would just wear a bunch of rags. not finely tailored clothes, those were for the masters not the slaves.
Excerpts from Dragonbane
The rags of her clothes stripped off and thrown into a dark corner. she wagged her tail and came close up. he was stunned by how she still had perfection, being a warped, terrible creature of horror. her eyes drank his soul.
1:22 Conference #2
From it's outward appearance, it seemed very old and ragged, filled with many papers giving it a diameter of about one inch. picking up the folder, hets tossed it across his desk.
Second-Hand Life
Luke is at the window, peeking out of the dusty rags that serve as blinds. "i think we'll be safe for the rest of the night. the cops are gone for now," he says, letting the dingy material sway back into place before coming to sit next to me.
Chapter 6 The needs of the one
"not a dog, little pup now get those rags off before your freeze, a quick roll in the snow and we can den up till we get you warmed up. beccy knows the drill from her dad's training when she was just starting out camping with him .
The Meteor Kitten
My sweatshirt, so beautifully warm a few short minutes ago, was in rags, letting through the icy wind that cut just like a knife.
her eyes, a predator. a dream
She faces them, the chains have fallen and the rags are at her feet, her dress flowing and eyes piercing. they lift their swords and threaten, arms jabbing while feet stay rooted, do not dare move.