Juryokine: Exile of Heroes, Chapter Seventeen
The first part of whatever limbasko was knitting touched the floor. it looked to toke like a snake, forty feet long with bright green skin. it had taken the old man less than a minute to knit the whole thing, and it didn't seem he was done yet.
Cry Wolf - I: The Sheppard boy
Some large, some small, they worked as a tight knit community to overcome all obstacles. everyone had a role, everyone pulled their weight. they had farmers, hunters, foragers and the customary business-savvy trader – yours truly.
A Werewolf in Lewisham - 1, ??? Anonymous
Which may have been the case, for all i knew, or it might have just been that she wasn't very good at knitting.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Sixty One
Her forepaw twisted back into its natural form, bones knit themselves together. foul liquids burst from the wounds, dribbling to the sand, cleansing her blood. as she cried out and thrashed, her brother rushed to her aide.
Everwinter Ch37: Pit of Despair
Aeternus knit his fist, "judge me if you will, i have suffered for my crimes and now i only seek to set things right." "uh huh," i said.
The Odyssey: Act VIII
Through the knitting of the sack, jason could see the sciuridae readying himself for verbal combat when excited shouting suddenly filled the air.
Eggnog with a side of romance
I see you all cozy and snuggly all the time, i had to knit this for you!” alice said pointing at the paw print. “i am pretty proud of that, i poured my love into this.”
Pokemon - Tale Of The Guardian Master - CH 1
Just a real, nice, close knit family where everybody cared and let nobody be a stranger... he sure did wish the whole world was that way...
Nightworld 23: The Devil Inside
Jaro's body tried to knit itself back together, but the process was achingly slow, and without more blood to keep it fuelled he doubted it would get any faster.
After Dark: a side story, Part Five
Rachel was knitting while she watched cathrine swim, slowly working on her project of a blanket by winter, adding a streak of purple to the ones already made of dark green, blue and a deep red.
Preying on the Past - Ch. 1 Bridging Two Worlds
That didn't work for long, though, because i saw the holes in the creature's chest quickly knitting, the dark black fluid formerly gushing out slowing to a trickle and then stopping in the glare of the forend light.
Little Miss Chaperon-Rouge
Psycho bitch chaperon-rouge (she was a pretty but certifiably insane young lady) slowly approached the bed, one glowing knitting needle in each double-gloved hand. "so where is it...granny?" she hissed, yanking down the gag.