The Coffin: Part 4
Marcus' soliloquy was interrupted by a conspicuous silence. the wolf's only warning was ten decaying fingers curling under the lid of the obsidian lid. with a great thud, the slab was thrown to the floor.
Snake In Your Bed
As the snake finished his little subjugating soliloquy on how the squirrel was worth nothing more than a simple meal, leaning back to watch the rodent's reaction cruelly, the little squeaky somehow managed to eep out another tiny little collection of pathetic
Corner of the Sky (M to Anthro Dragon TF)
His soliloquy would be woefully cut short. "help me...please...help...help meeeee --" desperate cries turned to shrill shrieks as arthur's skull cracked like thunder, his jaw snapping open and breaking away from its hinges.