Into The Mouths Of Madness
All my life i've been an able man, my profession as lumberjack furthering my athletic aptitude, even if my skill favours strength over speed and endurance. stamina will keep me going. strength however will keep me standing.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book I Chapter 15
Her blade like tip cut through them with ease, they began falling one by one just like trees cut by lumberjacks.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book VIII Chapter 34
Two seconds later the tall body collapsed as if an invisible lumberjack would severe its legs with a single swing of an invisible axe. the body convulsed once and then became stiff, the creature dead in a matter of seconds. the chimera shrugged.
Like Son Part 2 - 2021
Instead they had solo seats at the front bar, with lumberjack uniform waiters going around with orders, meals or empty plates. and there was a satisfying smell of maple, cooked bacon, and freshly brewed coffee.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book IX Chapter 23
The magical blade he swung cut through the air swiftly, he cut the people like trees, with no effort from them to defend themselves and simply seeing them fall without a sound made him feel really like an emotionless lumberjack just doing his job.
American Mustelid Alpha - Episode 6, "Don't Die Frozen Over" - Part 2
~andrew, 22, european polecat, roadie "i might not be a lumberjack from jankytown, oregon, but what i am is quick. i know i can go down the row of 20 better than these guys." ~chayne, 28, beech marten, bartender "alright, you guys ready?"
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 12
He did it again and again, screaming with every strike, carving crisscrossing red lines through the black fur, chopping at its body like a lumberjack would chop at a pine tree. the wolf simply stared. it didn't even frown or pull a face.
Life of My Own
Farmers, foragers, or even lumberjacks. whites were scientists. specialized doctors, biologists, architects and designers- ...weapon designers. that's what he was, remembering it so vividly now. just like xakoda said, the tirix designed weapons of war.
There's a Place in the Great Pack for You
From the cathedralic forests of the rain-gentled northwest they came, in lumberjack-striped hooded sweatshirts and mud-baptized hiking boots, feasting on thermoses of coffee and the occasional invasive species, for they believed in ecology, in direct action
War of the Wolf: Tartan King
Every farmer forged their own plow, every lumberjack their own axe, and every warrior their own weapons - even a fisherman made the hooks for his lines by his own hands.
Crownless
"wasn't he a lumberjack?" "indeed he was-" "that was killed by a falling tree?" "yes." "after he tripped over a nearby stump?" "...you seem to know a lot about that fateful day." she grumbled. "i still don't see how this is my fault."