The Toast
Behind those eyes harry could hear a rag softly playing, filling the narrow, crowded space with some badly-needed class. "don't be a drip, brother. you know i'm on the up and up." "ain't never seen you two before in my life. now fess up or get lost."
Ragnarok - XVII
Varr the last-to-flee was left alone beneath the ragged branches of the world tree.
Ragnarok - XII
The headmost of the ragged band, a dame motherly-aged, if but she stretched her hand, she could have touched the gate, when a cry came beneath the kindling torch, saying "open!" and at the word the fortress woke.
Rats
I pulled out my rag and wiped the bar in a lazy circle. "you're supposed to be what then? a tiger? maybe a big ol' bear like joe over by the door."
Play On
Play on, merry troubadours, today i dance and sing, my pain to the wayside cast, the fears of old a ragged coat.
S6 Ep7-Winter on Gaia
It then shows bodhi holding his camera looking in the mirror looking a bit ragged before ending the video.
D.E1 Chapter 72: Into the bowels
Inside of it, he found a set of ragged clothes and in another small bag, he found what seemed to be bread and a bottle with liquid. there was enough for four or five servings.
Flee, Flee, Lynx in the Wood!
Branches along the bank grabbed at the rags on his back. rags filthy with sweat and mining muck. rags made even filthier from the dead deer. in the distance, baying hounds. feral hounds handled by the hound himself.
Be Coul, Will Travel (Chapter 2)
\>your shirt was ragged and torn but still wearable; your jacket made of leather and lined with 3 layers of kevlar.
Lost
ragged leather, flapping weakly chipping, milky scales, once brilliant and green is she dead? no, she cries. she makes no sound. she makes no move. staring out, remembering, lost so lost... she'll never see him again. never touch him.
Teaser- "Perfect Lives"
"just...give me a minute-" i said as i ran into my room and grabbed some fresh clothes, before sprinting in the bathroom and peeling off the soaked rags i had and leaving them to dry in the shower.
Mourning The Sun
The crying ceased immediately and the young tarin looked up at her mother trustfully, offering her the rag doll which had been given as a gift at her birthing ceremony and which she had never been without.