S5 Ep22-Calling the gods
The kings of gaia had gone to the respective temples to ask the gods of gaia questions regarding the next monarch chosen to lead the kingdom once they step down. They clearly knew who they wanted to choose to lead the next generation and era of gaia...
What We Call a Dreamweave
We can project ourselves into what we call a dreamweave: it's a world we shape, we control, a place to meet and... be together. we're completely awake there, even while our body is asleep, and it feels as real as the waking world.
Arc 1 - Prologue - The Call
Crash suddenly cracked a smirk as one final bit of the puzzle clicked in his reptilian head and he called out in to the fog, "you guys like rockets huh?"
Sire's Call - Act 2
I think perhaps introductions are in order.", a female voice called out somewhere behind his father. her tone was a mixture of surprise, accusation and intrigue.
The Calling Cards Of The Scarlet Hell
Sample story one **the calling cards of the scarlet hell** "a bump in the night, a scarlet fright! better watch out! tonight is the night! this hell, your sorry woe, too soon to tell, too late to scream.
When My Brethren Call
I hear my brethren calling me, outside, down below. i see them cavorting, the stars and moon marking them with a guise of wisdom. how i wish i could shed this unwelcome body. leave this frame to run in fur.
Sire's Call - Act 1
She had likewise called his current stance the dragon stance and they had called them as such ever since. they circled each other for a moment longer, the ground gaining more scars to add to its collection.
A Night Call from Justice
"Son of a biscuit!" Vanessa's tongue in check cursing went mostly inaudible over a ringing of door chimes. The brown haired woman scrambled out of her bubble bath in frustration at having occupied it only moments prior. It would prove a little too...
a simple thing called love
Me a greater man now, if you please all because of a simple thing called love
The Dictators We Call Poets
Tyrants of paper, We crack the whip that is our quill upon words' backs. We command them to become Beautiful, to show our pride.
I feel the siren's call
The siren's voice calls me forth and i cannot tune it out. it will haunt me all my days forevermore, such is the journey of my mistakes. heed well their melodic call for only in yourself can you find resolve.
Leviathan 05: Revolution Calling
Mammatus clouds, nico knows they're called. it's like an upside-down sheet of plastic bubbling on a hot stove, like stretch marks on skin, large gaseous bulges hanging beneath the main body of the cloud.