Priest of Urabrask
The factory workers attempted to give her a name - a number -, to which she responded by summoning flames so bright that they bleached their carapaces.
Practice Makes Perfect
From its bare branches was hung the skull of a deer, bleached white in the sun, beneath which was a shaggy, old skin from which most of the fur had rotted away. it was a target built by his big brother and some friends.
Eyes like the Forest (7)
She wore a threadbare dress, a sun-bleached blue and white, as plain as they come but well cared for.
Among the Fallen
My right forearm has decayed to the bone, bleaching from the exposure to air and sunlight.
School Days Part 1: Reunion
#1 of of monsters and beasts this is a fanfic between my oc lumus and sajin komamura from bleach. i don't plan on writing any sex for a while, so this is mostly awkward relation stuff for now.
Synthetic Unlife
Oh how bright her polymer fur was back then, before the sun had bleached it and it had grown so brittle.
First Journey: The Black Wolf and The Golden Retriever - Prologue
Everything looked white as if they were bleached. save for the glowing ember that was approaching. a small rusty lantern radiated inviting warmth even from meters away. curiously, the orange-hued light was able to dispel the surrounding fog.
Dark Sorrow
The sun and my heart both turned many shades darker as i entered the shade of the great tree pervading the area around the black stone that stood starkly against the sun bleached bark of the tree.
Blackest Heart chapter one
Acid eating at his flesh bleaching out its pigment turning his ebon flesh grey.
Berserker Part 3: War
A tall and slender wolf-kin, her fur the color of sun bleached bone and her eyes as dark as an open grave. she was naked save for a leather belt around her waist, from it hung a wicked sickle and several leather pouches.
Guardian Blue: Who Writes This?! - Chapter 4
"c'mon, it's not even seven o'clock yet, we are gonna do some brain bleach and you can forget all about the story. judy sighed and nodded to nick, crawling back into her spot.
Hubris. #2 Writinggroupchallenge
She refined building kilns, compounding new glazes, she fired the kiln keeping the greens bright and vibrant and the reds not bleached by over-firing. and that's very difficult. she yearned- burned- for perfection.