Werewolf Tale II - Chapter 26 - Past and Present
He could barely remember how it felt to not smell everything like a mosaic of scents, or to not have to look at crowds of people with a constant sense of suspicion and unease in his head. _damn it.
Takeoff
The sun's brilliance shone like a dazzling brazier over the sprawling fields of billowing clouds streaking and hanging above the endless mosaic of muted greens and browns of the earth.
Ferrets can’t rig. Badgers can’t pull.
In true overdone briggerton fashion, the outside of the carriage had all of the seams covered in brass with mosaic designs filling most of the areas in between. the transport company logo of a rabbit surfing on a stylized airship covered the front end.
Ferrets can’t rig. Badgers can’t pull
In true overdone briggerton fashion, the outside of the carriage had all of the seams covered in brass with mosaic designs filling most of the areas in between. the transport company logo of a rabbit surfing on a stylized airship covered the front end.
A Biography of a Human: "The Prime Beta"
We were currently in the side room which was decorated with mosaics made to look like grass and pathways, and murals depicting a garden scene with trees, bushes, flowers and with painted incests and birds flying about.
Nisse, Julefest, and Hooves- Third Day of Christmas
The meat pops a bit sending a few drops of grease onto my apron adding to the mosaic of grease stains on the tight woolen weave.
Embertooth - Chapter 3: Home
The floor, warm and or orange color, was decorated with big mosaics that showed some of the more important military deeds of the fehlar history.
Vast, Our World and Our Resolve - Chapter Eighteen
A mosaic of angular faces—some fauns, some animals—and other shapes painted patterns of rust red, orange, sky blue, and cream, like a sunrise over tundra.
My Dad Is Dead
Not a pretty mosaic, just a ragtag set of broken parts picked up and put together with the glue of despair, incomplete, still broken. but it's a start... that brings me now... my dad is dead.
Slick Run, Ep. 2
The floor was amber mosaic tile, the bathroom stalls black, everything else adobe brown. but the thing that caught his attention was something he certainly didn't remember seeing the night before.
My dad is dead (revised)
Not a pretty mosaic, but a ragtag set of broken parts picked up and half hazardly put together with the glue of despair to build an incomplete image, still just broken parts if you looked too closely. but it was something.
An Emperor's Mercy
Arthur stares at the marble, studies the mosaic, imagines staring down a basket as his neck quivers beneath a guillotine.