Return Of The Guardian CH 1
clay asked. “the icewing kingdom, trapped, or imprisoned." sunny replied. “and i think i'm meant to go find him." “oh, no." tsunami cut in. “no more prophecies!" “you said that two prophecies ago, and here we are." clay replied.
Long Live the Witch (By Avoozl)
clay had already burrowed into is discarded clothes as best he could. he writhed on the ground as if some convulsion had overtaken him, and in a flash, he was human again.
The Spots Don’t Lie
I studied for months, determined to prove everyone wrong and be the most incredible potter ever to poke a lump of clay. i scoured traders' carts for the most exotic clay and made glazes from volcano glass and ruby dust.
The White Horizon: Death in The Snow
clay yelled interrupting my thoughts. silently i got up from nick's corpse, brushing off the snow from my now wet pants. i adjusted my pack and began to follow clay and the rest of the group.
The White Horizon Chapter Six: Aftermath
The way lakota and clay had acted around each other made me suspect they were in love, possibly even having sex in secret, but the way clay acted when others got too close to lakota, went beyond lover's jealousy.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book IV Chapter 16
Sparx let out a hysterical laugh "crouton, you always have the best ideas" spyro cocked his head "clay? what were you doing with clay sparx?" "you're listening to flare? seriously?"
The Wolf Who Stole My Shoes
From a ways downstream, i dug my ankles into the clay to stabilize my position. my feet ached as freezing water entered my shoes. from there i extended the branch as far as i could towards the river center.
Worlds Apart - Chapter Twenty-Six
“i enforce discipline, to be sure,” victus said, as he helped dan over the transport’s railing, “but it is a system which clay is capable of mastering.”
Chapter 9: Twist Mountain
Whilst exploring the innards of the mountain, i came across clay, who seemed to be searching for something.
Aftermath
It was one such moment that now brought solace to the younger, equine clay. a late summer morning just recently past stood out in clay's mind.
Lurking in the Mud - Storm Wrestling
Heavy, wet clay went flying in all directions as he burrowed deeper! his tunnel had no cohesion, the walls fell in around him and flinty took a deep breath as the heavy clay oozed over his back and buried him.
Pt 3 - The Druid's Oasis
He took the clay pot, then stood awkwardly. "what... first steps?" "step one is accept the task at hand and focus on it. step two is asking for help... you're already doing well."