Chronicles of the Wasteland Warrior Chapter 1: Prologue
The remaining raiders - a vicious-looking fox, a gnarled giant of a bear, and a scarred komodo dragon - charged up the stairs, claws, daggers, and nailed bat held at the ready.
Ander - Chapter 3, Subchapter 3
Clubs, nothing more than gnarled pieces of driftwood decorated with old wolven symbols and insignias, but hard and heavy, easily capable of cracking skulls with a single blow.
Shifting Shadows- A Character Study, Odd Perspective
._ the creature's gnarled fingers found purchase on a wall that it couldn't so much see as feel. it was hunting. as it felt it's way around the corner in the alley, avoiding the trashcans, skateboards, and other junk instinctually.
Change of Heart Ch.1
The pain passes a few moments later as i look into the mirror, and see my messed up fur around my head, i lookdown towards my muzzle and gnarl my teeth at myself to brush them, morning breath is bad, but try adding that to dog breath, it's a nightmare in the
Anatomical Anachronisms: Prologue: Firewood Carving
Some artists preferred to wrestle with the much older wood, especially hardwoods, creating impressionism that monsters called "gnarl snarling." wood elementals had carefully fused three different slices.
cassandra and me chapter 1
Say franticly trying to keep her from getting disappointed casandra sticks her tongue out at me jokingly "hah, i gotcha" she says smirking at me --------------------------------------------- later that day, i find myself hiking upon the sites of rather gnarled
MINE IS THE FURY - 2
One of his eye sockets was empty, a gnarled mess of cracked bone and lumpy scar tissue. there were burn scars and scorches on his skull. finally he sat down so the child could see him more easily. he offered out his paws.
A night of change
In the middle of the tree though, a man was held by its gnarled branches imprisoned, slumped over and with shallow breath. the man was him. "i'm... dreaming. this is my mind. i'm trying to remember... myself? why?"
The Next Morning
The old and gnarled staff that he waved in the air as he paced back and forth down the road.
Chapter 25
He took up his staff - which had been leaning against the table - and touched the gnarled branches of it to the floor. light blossomed there, growing brighter, until a white silhouette appeared before them. hye gasped.
680 Sphynx Kitten
We make our way further in by climbing, inward and upward, over outcroppings of curious gnarled and crumbled stone, friable, filled with irregular holes and loosely connected fragments, like an etched breccia of broken rock.
Chronicles of Lyandar Chapter 1: Beginings
She gently returned the hug with surprising strength in those gnarled, old hands. "what is it you wished to ask me ariedren?" she said this i barely more than a whisper, but the power in her voice made it able to be clearly heard.