A Biography of a Human: "Dahlia in Summer"
Before handing it to my master i gave it a quick dip in the ink stone where i ground the ink for the letter itself.
The Hunter's Notes
As the glow faded the ink on the page reconfigured itself into words in the center of the page, words that could slide up and down as you dragged your fingers across the paper. alright, magically induced scrolling was pretty neat.
A deal wit a demon
To the wolfs shock and awe his name was written in green ink instead of black and to his greater shock the ink slowly turned darker and darker until it was just as black as the ink that the pin had produced earlier.
Chapter Two
He grabbed a rag and cleaned the ink off of his claws, feeling quite accomplished with himself.
Snow's Journal (Entry Three)
\*random ink splotches\* oh! yes! traveling with urjora and kharjo was much fun; even managed to protect the caravan from being attacked by bandits. "how did khajiit do this?",you may ask. simple; spoke with the bandits.
The Magician's Test
Setting down his ink container, the ghost stood up and reached his hands out while closing his eyes. his cloak rippled as his shadow below him began deforming, stretching out towards the ink circle.
A Dragon Slayer's Heart: Chapter 14 -A Fiery Interlude-
Acts with aura brought out some sort of healing in him.....or maybe it was just a small gift of affection she placed upon him...either way, he would thank her as soon as he found her....then he spotted it, a small, white letter, scrawled in a crystalline ink
Indigo Nights- Chapter 8: Drowned
Kyran's tears fall onto the pages, running fresh ink down at his feet like black rain as he reads a single line written over a blurry photograph of his brother.
Never Remember Me
Tears and ink upon paper now mingle. write back to me as i did to you, i know your loss of muse is sorely untrue. i once looked to you for guidance and spirit, but now i only wonder if you still hear it.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Seventy Seven
Their leader taught me we were all ink on a page, waiting to be re-written." a smirk crossed his muzzle. "but he didn't know it was _my_ ink." revaramek turned his head, looking around. his gaze fell on the shackles, rusted and ready to crumble.
All that Glitters: The Lost Tongue
The dragon took up his brush once more, dictating as he put ink to the bare wall. jadere's eyes followed his script, and she leaned closer to xavi, translating to the best of her ability. "'to remember...'
The Wolves of Gryning: A Vixen's Tale Pt. III
"there's plenty of paper and ink inside these desks. no, no, don't feel bad, you aren't putting me out. i was just getting ready to leave the library when you arrived--go ahead, don't worry."