Deep Space - Chapter 2, Vrounc
Rather, diabolical contraptions that spew forth muck and gunk and clog the rivers and burn our flesh and curtle our blood. they built skahffs that flew on their own, and sklalas that make meat out of our kind." "skahffs and sklalas?"
Serengeti Snow: Chapter Three: Among Strangers
The pair of felines lept over the damp muck that marked where the water flowed, and continued on until the grass was gone, replaced with cracked, dusty ground and the occasional termite mound. this land had been hit worst by the lack of rain.
The Outlander 3 35
Scrape 'em loik muck from yer boots!" claw refused to leave his throne rooms, he remained with mangetail as they both looked through their spyglasses watching the army of jima assemble on the meadow.
Immortal, Season 2 - Chapter 22 - Immortal
The muck rushing toward katashi acidic enough to destroy his skin. switching from trident to battle ax he swung the ax slicing a open path through the filth. jumping up to avoid andreas followed firing blast after blast from his finger tips.
The Meeting
He slides a palm against his forehead in hopes to divert some sweaty muck away from his eyes.
Kaotic beginnings - A Kaos Army story - Chapter 1
Trust hell to muck up something as simple as a one-way trip back upstairs! the dragon continued looking happy, "well that's good. i take it you're new here?" "you could say that..." "where is 'here' exactly?"
Epilogue (Kreet 85)
He pulled it from out of the muck and cleaned it off with spit and his shirt. he was already a mess. but he held it up to his eyes and smiled.
Kaotic beginnings - A Kaos Army story - Chapter 15
The village was on higher, drier ground, up out of the muck but the light was still not quite getting in from the leafy canopy surrounding it. then he realised that there was no fire.
Natural Habitat Interviews 3: Sheila
I think they figure that, if you'll muck through four years of academics, there's not a lot else that you won't muck through if you're convinced it's a good deal. so, as churchill told us, we keep buggering on... saving your presence, mr. lipton!
Hybrid: CH 3: Sloth
She looked down at her hooves and flapped her freshly created pegasi wings, attempting to not spread any more muck on the floor.
Hunting the Visitor
I press into it and fall into the sweet embrace of the muck. from below, i see the elf stop and glance around in sheer confusion. "what is this foul magic?" he asks. his feet are already starting to become slick with mud.
Bottom Dweller
I've grown content with my position here on the bottom, down in the earth's muck. it's decidedly less nice than it is up above, but here is where i belong.