Two(Working title)
He wore a black bowtie that would have been cute if his face wasn't worn so grimly above it. it was a slender cut, complimenting his curved frame. he was gorgeous. i wanted to cry, he was so beautiful. he was marred with dirt.
Burner Lullaby
The ring was obviously meant to be worn, but it was just as obviously too small for the canine's thick fingers.
THE INN: Chapter 1
The cabinets above the counter were the same worn wood as the walls, and one of the doors was missing. there were two doors at the back of the room. between them sat an end table, and on it sat a candle.
DREADWOLF Chapter 9
On closer examination the circlet was definitely artificial although tarnished and worn. it had strange angular runes marked around its side.
The Card Master Chapter 1
The wooden floors starting to slouch some from all the years of being worn down. the only window in the room seeming to have become blackened and casting out all light from the room. "mura shikazi! wake up!
How We Survive: Arc 2: Chapter 1 W.I.P.
He tuned a half step down, as usual, flat from worn strings that just wouldn't tune. just the way he liked it.
Time sea/ Time sand
Left to the wind to be worn away. as the sand of time fall away. please let this pain all end.
Time sea/ Time sand
Left to the wind to be worn away. as the sand of time fall away. please let this pain all end.
Corbett the Anthro Raven character sheet
Color: jet black occupation: scientist tattoos: none piercings: none scars/distinguishing marks: two scars under his feathered back where his wings used to be preferred style of clothing: grey hoodie, faded blue jeans, and a black shirt frequently worn
Riven the Anthro Wolf character sheet
Preferred style of clothing: black shirt and faded blue jeans frequently worn jewelry: scorpio amulet (signifies that he is determined, energetic, and intuitive)
Fizzing Legacy (Otherwise Untitled)
~ a chilled mixture of fog and moonlight drifted across the pond and shore where the couple rested on a worn out blanket, leaning firmly against the bedroll they'd brought along for the evening's gaze into stars.
A Lover's Lament
#4 of poetry cool damp a drape of gray the setting sun painting the heavens beauty refined a path weathered familiar a figure wandering as if to forget brown eyes glistening woeful trotting along the path worn