Sons of winter chapter 7: WhiteSpine Ravine
Aleks resumed reciting the rest of the poem, humming the canticles of ancient shamans, or simply tapping his claw tips against nyrisa's scales in various musical rhythms.
Waiting for Rescue (Otherwise Untitled)
~ the soft thumping sound, of the morning's jumping jacks to a soft rhythm. ~ fump. "twenty-four." clap. ~ fump. "twenty-five." clap. "all hands to station."
Finding yourself. pt. 1 a realization.
Then there was kyle the vocalist for the most part and the rhythm guitarist he was the typical grey wolf average height but had one unique quirk he hated his tail being touched.
Vivi, Da Hip-Heay, Defiantly Healthy Dhole(look it up)
Tragedy though it is there are so few oppurtunities to sit back and watch as he bumps dat rump to some stone grooves, he insists that his powerful balance and optimum health come down to his unwavering biological rhythm.
Evolution Part I: Chapter Eight
To build music out of repeating rhythms and notes, from a limited stock library and the barest tools necessary was a rubik's cube for my ears.
Drac Ch4
He carried the three to the living room, waiting in the doorway so as not to distract spiika as she finished up her rhythm.
Lonely Oak Chapter 69
She started with her own beginning; the notes were fast, her fingers drifting, feeling for the rhythm of the song. and then, she was suddenly playing nothing.
Alone on an island Chapter 4
We both asked in rhythm again. "!t's the main island around here but i have to go, don't ask any questions ok?" "okais" sable answered before i could.
To the End
His drooping ears picked apart a different rhythm other than his own, a few feet behind him. panic, turning down another corner in this unknown territory.
Prologue
Behind her, hooves pounded the earth in steady rhythm, sending small creatures scattering through the underbrush. the horses snorted as they drew ever closer, stamping through the trees in a cloud of dust and swirling red leaves. "whoooo hooo!"
TFS
Not my typical flow, this was rhythm and poetry, each section represents a day talkin, but words aint formin stutterin over a breath that aint comin. take a seat, mouth dry feeling like i woke up just after i died.
Time
For dance needs rhythm. without time, can there be movies or books? for plot needs progression over time. can an existence be described without accounting for its passage through time? yes and no.