a shifters tale: part thirteen
"so wait if you said that the mist or pollen from these plants effects the mind of anyone who enters then how am i going to help you if i'm effected" she suddenly asked me.
A Tale of Fire & Grass Chapter 9: Premonitions
Pichu sniffled and sneezed as she breathed in the thick scent of pollen, rubbing her nose several times to try and stop a second and third sneeze from surfacing.
Zodiac
He could taste the nectar, pollen and water molecules in the air, and he could hear things that were being said in the school. they were slightly muffled, but he could make out some syllables and phonetics, words, phrases...
The Moonhound Chapter One
On its side, the white paint still glossy underneath a coating of dust and pollen, the name “cox” was painted in awkward letters. alan wondered if he should leave it or paint it out to add his own family name, green.
Title in Progress~ Chapter 1
The birds where happily chirping in their nest, squirrels ran up and down the branches of the large oak trees, and bees where buzzing from flower to flower collecting pollen. everything was like it always was in the forest, peaceful and quiet.
A Gift from Panacea
"it purged some sort of spermazoid, pollen or something." knoll just listened with utter disbelief, he was beginning to piece together what he was being told.
Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: The Scarlet Explorer: The Guild
Her wriggling her nose as pollen sprinkled over her petite face. even the adorable sneeze she gave out causing her to sit down rubbing her nose. she gave a curious look to star and the fruit as she got back to her paws. "what are those for?"
Anthro outlander crisis
It produces an unusual pollen, that while irritating, has unusual properties that could find application in the future. the third one being studied the least. it has a blue color and it could make for a great decorative plant in influencial places.
Memories of Summer
pollen floats lazily through the air. it sparkles in the light. a cool breeze blows, softly tugging at my light grey fur. i take a deep breath and sigh satisfyingly. here it doesn't smell like grime, oil and gunpowder.
Sky Splitting
pollen fluttered in the breeze. "you what?" "nothing. you're just a mystery." "you'd like to crack me open?" they began to walk through the grass. the sound of it, along with distant rolling thunder, comforted nym in an odd way.
Perpetual Princess Project
Touching a bee would mean death, even too much pollen from a tear in her environment suit was a medical emergency. she traced the vibration in the web as doctor damion explained his plan.
Fall From Grace, Chapter Nineteen
The metal dust of the exalted, the black pollen of the plague. storms devoured each other. the infected leaped for gidros. there were wings made of sinew, tentacles leaping from a spool of intestines. the rhinoceros tried to dodge.