Reapers: God of Death
He took a step forth and the tiles below him cracked. "_you, an agent of the gods, have turned on us. and for what, i wonder? honor? power?_" trace spat onto the tiles alongside him, spittle that vanished once it hit the ground. "_answer me!
Hefty Haulage: Part One
Though old and underused, its display still lit up eagerly when set upon the tiled floor with a clatter, ready to pass judgement on the fox's physique.
The Coffin: Part 1
His eyes scanned the tiled floor for irregularities. nothing so far except... yes... one, two, three, seven tiles were slightly raised above the others.
Deus Ex Machina - The Ministry
The room that he'd awoken in - and now sat in the middle of - was ten tiles long, ten tiles wide, and ten tiles high, with each square, super-clean, and shiny white tile being slightly less than half a metre across.
Just Draserts
Claws much like, yet larger than, the ones on his hands tore through the puny fabric to rack little trenches in the tile floor. the feet themselves ballooned out of their shoe moments later.
Raspberry Line Chapter 2 - Cimmanon Roll
The school was re-tiling it; they had been for two years. emeral didn't know why it took so long but really the lack of tile was appropriate for the ambiance the place had. the cafeteria at breakfast.
All Planned Out - 1
"fuck," the wolf screamed, his claws trying to dig into the solid tile. the lion gripped the wolf's hips, and began to push. inch by inch, he slid in.
A dance.
He stood in the middle of the room and tears filled his eyes but did not fall and he put his arm to the side and his arm in a circle as if he was about to walts with his wife one last time but before he could start he heard the clacking of shoes on the tile
Surrender: Chapter 4
The playing area was formed of tiles around the edges of the board, which cut across the middle where it folded, dividing two large squares without any tiles to move on.
request story - starsage
The glass clanging slightly with each new tile, the slight scraping instantly stopping as the door swings open with a rain of ear shattering cheers.
Paying Miss Simon a visit
The friction of the footpads on the coarse, steep roof tiles was what held the black cat from slipping at that awkward climbing angle.
The Hyena’s Concubine CH17
, timon asked as they walked across the tiles to the next exhibit. the trio looked over the squat, hexagonal-bodied thing frozen in front of them. "pheromone-spewing hexapod.", pumbaa read.