Ember Tails, ch4 (pt.1)
At one point, one of the nearby dunes decided to sing in the wind a little bit, making them all fall silent so as to listen.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Sixty Eight
Well, not always but...but it's like the sand dunes, of the desert! when the wind is just right, it builds dunes that repeat themselves, over, and over. nature, and the story, they both seek symmetry. they can't always find it but...but they always try.
DE: A Tale of Dark Eden
There's ash everywhere, wherever i look dunes of gray. what it meant i could never begin to say. all i know is i don't intend to stay.
Desert Sands Chapter Two: Rumble In The Bedouin
Tal' asked while glancing back at the group of jeeps coming over one of the sand dunes, then back to gabe. "i'm a agent from the fbi.
Ander - Chapter 5, Subchapter 31
Above his head were more bars, slowly being topped with snow like little dunes. every so often a dune would grow too big and the whole thing would slide down and fall to the bottom of the cage, making a newer, bigger one.
D-Day
It was a morbid curiosity that carried me, on foot, for that couple of hours, reaching the dunes at just gone noon.
Mushrooms, Turtles and Pipes, Oh My! 10 - To Southern Seas
Born and raised in dusty dunes until i was nineteen, then i moved out to live in koopamuir." "and what is your experience with the tga?"
Sand and Blood, Part 2
The sandskimmer leapt across the dunes with a dull and harmonious buzzing roar. its riders were both just as equally angry at their situation.
Chimerical 124
Or would you rather live in dune?" the dainty suthay asks excitedly. "dune is nice, but some areas are dangerous and this one would worry for you." nish replies. nish's family and friends gather around him, thankful that he will live.
Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 32
Above his head were more bars, slowly being topped with snow like little dunes. every so often a dune would grow too big and the whole thing would slide down and fall to the bottom of the cage, making a newer, bigger one.
Ragnarok - XXVII
The sighing pines atop the dunes were the last trees to wear their leaves. somewhere it was evening. heavy clouds were crimson painted underneath by sun setting upon the other the side of both the clouds made red, and sea emblazoned gold.
Desert Wind
Looking up he sighs softly half in love, half sad that he will miss the setting sun over the distant dunes.