The Eyes
My hands seem old, lifeless, decrepit, like old gnarled trees covered with blood. but the eyes- the eyes that hold no light- only cold hatred- they watch me. they will watch forever now. for they can no longer see. i blink and look away.
Chopping to Calm (Otherwise Untitled)
She glared at the gnarled stump with a smouldering rage that had yet to find itself spent and shifted in her posture.
To Darkness Descended
For a couple of seconds, silence reigned before the gnarled tree of punishment, while the two pale-skinned hellions that had accompanied sathonyx shifted uncomfortably behind him. "well, 'direza'?"
A Stranger in Suburbia (An Interactive Story) - Prologue (4)
In the other, you find a **thin gnarled wooden stick** and an **onyx feather quill** , both seven inches long. a quick glance through the tome reveals that it is devoid of all writing.
The Wolf of the Night
Oh, wolf of the night, please lend me your paw, as i wander through the gnarled forest path; for these woodlands are ruled by ancient law, and forever protected by odin's wrath.
Wrench and Drive (Otherwise Untitled)
~ out behind him and under the weighty afternoon sun sprawled an endless horizon of gnarled bush and grass, a weathered set of park tables flanking the car's proximity.
Potion Cat: An Elemental Find
Layne's eyes trailed up as it rose to full height standing somewhere near the halfway point of the gnarled tree.
Dante | Chapter II
The bullet evaporated as the bounty hunter sizzled and cried in pain, he fell to the ground, his form scorched, skin and flesh burned away, until only a gnarled and blood torso and skull was left, he groaned once, a wet sound, before slumping forward.
Where my heart leads me to
The rottweiler went on gnarling. there was no doubt he was stronger then the two others. „it'll be no problem for me to defeat two of you, ok?" after none of the others replied anything he went back to the meat. „i knew it.
Transcendent Regard
The trees seem gnarled and ground shredded bare by the might and fury of the monster waiting there. few have ventured and fewer still have returned, gripped by the fear of which can be only vaguely discerned.
The Helping Hand
But alas there is another, the gnarled hand. that had come to cover up my savior and nurse. thrown into turmoil, yet another endless maze. trapped within my own thoughts, unable to find light. is jealousy ever justified? anger, even?
Failure
Why is she not gnarled and unholy in appearance, like the fabled demons of old? to end the life of such an astonishing creature would be criminal. to deprive the world the honor of harboring such a divine fascination would be selfishly hedonistic...