None So Vile 01: The Common Dead
How lovely it might be to rest in the soil, sunning his cold blood, filling his mortal lungs with fresh crisp rennairan air… but that was the poison talking.
A fox and his lamp. *short story*
Tinny poofs a pot full of soil as he blinks. "it will need to grow but thats the best i can do!" the tod growls as he moves to the pot, "i want a plant in it!" tinny sighs as he magics the tod to levitat and plant him on the soil. "alright."
Furtasia: Thladiran Pantheon
"what is a world without a people to walk upon the earth and till its soil?" asked vamli. "what is a world without a people to warm themselves at the fire?" asked methor.
Stories of Skye: Chapter 1
The ground was an open field, a quilt of flowers and grass, patched together by such soft soil that it could have been the garden of a great king.
The Lead Crown: Ch 7b, Fallen Idols (Pt 5)
Friar arlowe brushed his paws against one another to knock some of the clinging soil free. "oh my... how bad is it?" the templar grunted, leaning against the door frame.
Nightworld 01: Arriving Somewhere
A one-car-wide trail snaking through the overgrown hungarian hillside, the air rich with the smell of wet soil and ice, the only company that of wild crows and deer.
Day Of the Dragon chapter 1
Spyro turned and saw half of cynder just above the soil ground, and instinctively darted at the large, moving area just in front of and below her, horn diving it. a muffled grumble could be heard, and the rumbling from below rose then calmed down.
Walls: Reboot 4 - The Creeping Shadow
As i peered closer, staring at the dark soil, i could see some kind of growth. it riddled the soil like a whitish if somewhat fuzzy web, like mold, yet different. _mycelium...
Scintillate
Its words became blurred by the water and it began to absorb the surrounding soil. headlights lit her silhouette, and her mate ran to her, his uniform getting drenched. she followed him back to the car, sobbing.
Krystal, Blaire and Mitch 6 - Out of the Frying Pan...
The soil brought no light, no life. the twin stars spun wildly around each other, taking turns to scorch the ground and their backs with heats of unbearable volumes.
The Wolves of Gryning: Chapter 3
He didn't have a real altar for now, and made do with a shallow recession he'd dug into the loamy soil. the recessed earth was littered with fine grey ashes, and planted in the soil was the base of his firetree.
Nala's Venture: The Floodlands
The wood was firmly entrenched in the soft soil at the shore of the river. around her, she could even feel the water retreating, slowly but inexorably. it was no longer raining.