Kyurem's Revenge
Kyurem, however, was more than incensed, and promptly clamped his jaws around the outrageous man, lifting him into the air. _how dare you_?! _your life is forfeit_, _you cretin_! _with all you ha__ve done_, _you deserve no mercy_, kyurem stated.
A Breaking of Brothers
Father was most displeased; why, he was incensed. he curtly mumbled greetings to the friar, and hurried them home.
Poem #62: Colors Deep
The notes sleep dreaming of the twinkling chimes so synchronize all the lights inside this wave of motion drowns on me suffocating joyful pleas i suffer in my reverie awaken all the sensual glee inside my mind dark fire burns smoke and incense
Lonely Oak Chapter 2
"my grandma's house always smelled like incense. even when she didn't have any lit." emeral took a seat in the chair upon which her jacket was placed and looked around while she pried her shoes off. "spring cleaning in winter?"
Hone
He paused to catch his breath, comforted by the mellow aroma of incense that greeted him. with two carefully measured taps of his staff the snow that clung to his wooden sandals fell away.
Riddles in the Road
The scent of incense drifted past his nose, laced with the aroma of burnt offerings to the gods. reynard grinned. "i wonder if that baker still has any bread left."
The Leaves of Fall Act 3: Something That Matters (Part 1)
\>oh \>you can't say you've smelled anything in the church other than the lingering wisps of incense — charred and aromatic, burning your nose, but in a pleasent sort of way \>"i must just be losing it.
First Fatality And Funeral
Upon four of them were symbols of air, earth, fire and water; a cone of incense (wolf spirit incense, bought by one of the few pack members who had integrated himself into human society); a vial of salt and dirt, freshly dug from the ground that would house
A Cure for Depression
"oh, just some incense," the espeon explained as she set the burner on the table. "would you mind if i burned some?" he shrugged. "i guess not, as long as there's nothing harmful to it."
A moment of decision
The last time, she had scented a peculiar odor beneath the scent of incense, and she had instinctually known that it belonged to galen.
The Creation Theory
Tears formed and ran down one's face even as they read, one quickly flees the room, stopping only to light an incense prayer stick at each alter.
Funeral on a Station (Otherwise Untitled)
The small figurine of death, a hooded gryphon with face unseen, took the dignified position behind and to the left of the cactus, while a small bowl of incense to be an offering to these and the many gods rested to the right.