A Lamb Among Wolves Ch:43
The ram took another drag of his cigar, the blue smog swirling around him as he exhaled. "i reared her to be just like me. to ensure my legacy is secured one way or another."
Hell of a Ride - Commission for Ash_Sukea
It was not cigar smoke, but that of a gruesome fire that burned far deeper within his jiggling gut. “havin’ fun? i know we are!”
WIP- Red Winter Spinoff.
_ kashmir thought to himself as he took out a large cuban made cigar out of his shirt pocket. he pulled out his gold incrusted lighter and lit his cigar inhaling the hot smoke into his lungs.
The Keyhole (Ch. 7)
"we'll see about that," marian grumbled as she took the cigar box from his outstretched paws and opened it. despite her annoyance at the stubbornness of robert, her muzzle broke out into a smile as she looked at the contents of the box.
[Commission] Not the Flame, But the Spark - Chapter 1
Was almost as large as the bull waiting for them in the room beyond, puffing away on the cigar clenched in his jaw.
The Brakian Gambit - Chapter Two
He said as he removed a cigar from the desk and lit it with a platinum lighter emblazoned with the omniwatch logo. with cigar in one hand and a wine glass in the other, he motioned to a stupefied ambassador munroe to continue.
Wylde Fyre - Chapter Eight
Sean sucked in a mouthful of the cigar next to her, relishing the taste of the fine cuban cigar. its' rich aroma curled around them both as they stood in place.
Sentinels: Obscurity Pt. 3
Volcan rolled his eyes and held out his hand, waiting until lighris held the cigar over his fingers. with a snap, the tip of the cigar ignited.
The Long Road Home, Chapter 5
Bending over, i gather up all of the photographs i have launched about the cab of the truck, and shove them down into the cigar box.
The Stages - A 22 weeks companion novella
He reaches into his breast pocket, tugging out a metal cigar cylinder. he unscrews it, and takes the cigar, lighting it with a few deft flicks of a flint wheel on a battered old zippo lighter.
Who am I? Chapter 2
I heard the voice as a puff of cigar smoke came from his face.
Bahamut's Light: Chapter 8
He recovered with a breath, taking a drag of his cigar. “sneaking i imagine through this encampment is a delicate process. would not your arrival ruin it?” “who’s to say their sneaking is over?”