Burdens - Chapter 25: Reconciliation
A set of boxers and shorts, almost like the ones that were worn previously, yet they seemed more comfortable. the shirt was less athletic and seemed purely for comfort loafing around.
Alexi Vs. Kenneth
Alexi went to the side of the ring to pull his shirt off tossing it over a near by chair while kenneth grabbed his usual pair of old, worn gloves.
Scales and Honor- Viridian Night: Chapter 3
The other was a group of four tough looking individuals,with worn dark red leather armor, scruffy, and looked ready to beat people senseless.
Sometimes the Gods can be Kind
I took out the plastic bag, and opening it i found the only thing inside was a well worn and sweat stained old beret. it had been green once, but was so worn the nap of the wool was all gone and it had turned an almost brown color.
Scales and Honor- Night Rising: Prologue
He wiggled his feet, glaring at the worn leather boots on them. _why would this wizard even want me there?_ the thought raced through his mind, although it quickly came to him why.
Explorations: Chapter One
He was currently stretched out against a worn rock, his wings spread open and the white of his quilled crest pulled back to relax along the line of his neck.
Babysitter Sniffer: Chapter 2
Despite the powerful odour emitted by her well-worn stockings, josh was fully engaged. he leaned in and roughly nuzzled the fleecy footwear, noisily sniffing and snorting.
Meeting Love - Chapter 3
As we step from the car and onto the worn stone path of the driveway, my love looks around in awe at the natural british greenery. the two, large, trees arching over the driveway, giving shade in summer and shelter in winter.
End Of Our Worlds? Not today Chapter 09
I'm worn out." mickey protests. goofy grabs the weapons and runs to the others. "i'll warn them!" he yells back. "i'll give you some mana, don't worry but you have to go now. prepare what you need.
Welcome to Heat Street: C2 - Smile behind the teeth
The walls were mostly bare, save for a coat rack with a security vest hanging from one hook and a worn punching bag still gently swaying in the corner. “i'm vetra," she said, taking the tray. “night security. spillover bar. south flats."
Different Sizes, Chapter One
Driving her car to one of the empty stalls nearest a trash bin, the coyote gritted her already worn-enamel teeth as she wondered how her night could get any worse. _still, it's beautiful out here_.
Chapter 2: The Marshal
Before him lay the town of windslow, a mixture of old, worn timber buildings and half-built structures, which looked as if the workers walked off-site years ago and never returned.