Slick, Slippery, Slimed--The Siren's Call
It was firm, with sharp ridges that bit my hand with their spiny edges--and it was... mine. i shivered, and tried to shake off the nightmare, the hallucinations--this could not be real! but... but... i played with that fluke.
The Chronicles of the Seven: Overview
Two mountain ranges surround a larger mountain in the centre of the country, making it known as the lotus ridge.
Preview of My First Story
On the horizon there was a jagged ridge of mountains, capped with a layer of snow, deep in the undergrowth there was a creature rustling through, trying to make his way through the forest.
The Twilight Army; Friendship
"we were walking along the ridge of mount coronet, that's in sinnoh, and we were playing hide and go seek. well, it was glace's turn to hide, and while i counted to fifty, no, a hundred, she hid in a grassy place on the side of the mountain.
Of Flame and Frost: Prologue
The remaining ice that could be seen gathered in a small ridge on his shoulders and ran down the sides of his arms to the backs of his hands, where they ended in circles. there were also seven concentric circles frozen into his chest.
Kovu and Mipa: Serpent's Bounty
However, mipa still complained of the bonieness of his shoulders and the ridge of his spine when he slept against her. he loved when she complained about it though, it was only a greater contrast between their two physiques.
Epoch
All i could do was keep running and hope that over the next ridge or between the next break in the trees, i would see him. sitting at a fire and staring into the picture i gave him.
Shall I get my Fiddle?
Until a iron grip hand clasped her shoulder and a hot whisper rolled into her ears "thanks for freeing me...consider this a parting 'gift' for being such a wonderful pupil." his voice dripped with sarcasm, and she felt a hot tongue run along the ridge of her
Mothers of the Savanna
All were watched by a pair of hungry eyes as the lone lioness lingered upon the shallow ridge. the front of her body perched on a fallen log, as she regarded the prey.
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 36)
The larger cat pinches her brow ridge. "fine. god, you're so embarrassing." "i'm punk, baby girl." * * * the pair jam their shopping bags in the key-guarded lockers and grab a green shopping basket.
A Picnic Upon the Peak
He asked incredulously, slowly padding forward, gazing around at the wondrous scenery that was the blue ridge mountains and shenandoah valley.
A Different Kind of Tank
The wildcat, miller, had met his end at vimy ridge the next year. lance-corporal pollard was killed in a mustard gas attack during the battle of hamel in 1918.