Same as Me
I cling to the sound of your words as the ink in my journal clings to the pages. everything about you is perfect, my wolf, and yet so imperfect are we, so against what they say we should be.
Friendly Fledgling (with Fungus)
Like most dragons, jarzyl used the prehensile tip of her tail as a writing implement, dipping it into an ink pot to make marks on paper. in large, messily scribbled text was written, "_do you want??_" with two enthusiastic questions marks.
Finding Home
Alexios also noticed way his slightly-lighter hand-fur was dyed even darker than the rest of his body due to inks, berry juice, and soot, and how his long mane was pulled up, braided in with more fur along the back of his head to keep it out of the
A Venture North
When the ink was dry, he carefully folded the note so the ink would not smudge if some snow were to get on it. he didn't go right away. he held onto it for a moment, realizing that these truly were his last words.
Extra Chapter: Peaches
It had been scrawled hastily and the ink was smeared where nizhoni's tears had hit. but he could get the gist of it: she was gone. and it was likely she wasn't coming back.
Eternal Instant of Darkness: Cahpter IV: Crashing Waves
Slowly drain out the ink.
Farsight
He let jarzyl take a look at some of the flow charts and data tables that were inked onto his paperwork. "these are just some statistics and plans.
City of Light Chapter 21: Shattered
On the table were various quills of all different colors, some bearing broken tips next to empty ink vials. the thought she was taking notes of her own filled his mind.
The Slayer and the Sphinx: Chapter Forty One
The entire rest of the file had been painted over in thick black ink, leaving nothing visible to the naked eye. printed on top of the black ink, in big red letters, was a message.
Game Night (Part Six)
Just as i had thought there it was plain as day the small circular logo of team fortress 2 was printed on the disc, i set it down and looked at the next one, the second one from the stack had a picture of pac-man on it and the next one had an ink
The Lunatic
It was a futile effort: how could this rat hope to capture the coyote's burning truth by binding it to paper with ink? how could this rat feel the sounds impact against his ears like deafening drumbeats, yet fail to grasp their meaning?
Fledgling Wilderness Survival Expedition
She had dipped her tail in ink, and was taking notes from the captain's briefing. "_can go see the bridge. ask permission from crew. sounds interesting?_" she wrote.