Chronicles of the Borderline: Chapter II
And... in one corner of the hut... an open fire's flames were dancing, as threatening as ever. the wolf let out a grunt of frustration. where the hell was he?
Blood on Ice - Chapter Twelve
I was sleeping on a smaller makeshift cot near the dull embers that still burned in the middle of the hut. the light they gave off glowed orange on the top of the hut, while the smoke went out of the middle.
Brotherly love
This story begins as in the digital world as weregarurumon and shadow weregarurumon (shadow for short) were at the hut. leomon was gone for seven minutes and they were in the bed sitting down thinking about something.
Tales of Torrnal: Chapter 9
Jeseia teased back at him before turning to our hut and stretching out cutely right in the middle of the straw mat.
Lone Wolf - Part 3
And besides, you entered her hut after we had started conversing. you were lacking information." she turned back to the hunters and, before leaving for her hut, said, "you are probably wondering why she wants him dead.
Lunar Lament - Chapter 1: The Coming Curse
A loud, cackling laugh bounces off the walls of the hut again, before the hut door opens, the mist flying back outside and slamming the door shut behind it.
Tales of Morveria: Loyalty 4, Sacrifice
He's nearly seen by a warrior and is forced to duck into the nearest hut without checking it, diving head-first into the mud brick house. to his relief, the hut is empty.
A Place to Belong - Chapter 3
My nose tingled from the smell of spices when we entered the food hut, it was big, and had about 10 tables and a kitchen with two draconian's cooking a variety of meals. without haste, we made our way up to the counter to be served.
Still Rivers - Under the Surface Chapter 1
Just past mekala's hut were a few more residential huts, leading towards the beach and out into the ocean. in the distance, stahl noticed that a crowd was gathering outside of the storehouse.
Heart of the Forest ~ Chapter 2
._ _ _ _on an unrelated note: there is a young chamomile patch between the hut and the river, along the crest of one of the ridges overlooking the bend.
Mr. Green and the Gators
As i walk into the village/ hut collection i can feel more and more sets of eyes resting on me. as i reach the center the beads drooped over the largest hut rustle. i feel a sense of dread as i see a clawed arm reach out of the hut.
Heritage
The huts, the commons,-" "what about the kiddy pool? she loves it over there!" marcus popped out of the hut and exclaimed, "no!" the two teen male otters raced to the edge of the village. there was no one in the pool. "damn! where can she be?"