Sire's Call - Act 1
The trace had returned. the trace on his father had finally returned. his eyes widened in disbelief but didn't see, his snout parted in shock but didn't speak. his fore paw caught on an exposed root and he ran head first into a tree. "yog?"
Seeing Red (Kreet 18)
"trace. my name's trace. what happened?" "you got a little drunk trace. you and your friend," kreet said calmly, then suddenly looked to the door. "he's okay," red assured her as she stepped up. "staggered off apparently."
Birthright: Chapter one
Lucky stood on his large tip toes and traced his paw over the carving following branch after branch tracing lines in time. # along a small branch carved more narrow that the rest sat the name liandra morganus hare.
Cosmic Stars - Chapter Seven
"kaitlin, can you trace where this ship came from?" "i'm already working on it," she answered, her paws typing away at the keyboard in front of her.
Task Force - Under the Mountain
trace detected blocking trace... trace detected on block... retracting probe... trace terminated... so, they were getting smarter. still, surprising they haven't caught me yet. next morning i woke early to the sound of my alarm.
THE FITTEST
He looked up bead tracing were he was looking, to see a girl in a green hoodie, with a creepers frown on it. she also had a skirt on, she had amber eyes and hair.
THE FITTEST
He looked up bead tracing were he was looking, to see a girl in a green hoodie, with a creepers frown on it. she also had a skirt on, she had amber eyes and hair.
Bound In Beast Flesh -- The Unlikely
As she begins to speak, she traces patterns in the dusty floorboards, as if to draw her old memories.
Lonely Oak Chapter 106 - Mrwt
"this is actually a vertical word," he told her, tracing his finger from top to bottom of the slate. "if this was horizontal," he traced across the symbols, "then this first one would be a plinth... kinda looks like a fallen-over letter _a_.
Purge
It felt tedious remaining still as every last trace of the vile miasma was drawn into its new prison from every corner of the planet. how much time passed while i stood there? hours? days? years?
Contentment
He might have been just idly tracing his fingers around, or he could have been tracing words in her pelt like spells of pleasure, but either way, they felt wonderful.
Winter
I ignored their mocking cries, digging madly through the frostbitten ivy, trying to find some trace of her, some trace of hope. time crept slowly by, its passage hidden by the iron clouds.