Life on Centaurio: Chapter 1 (Version 2)
The wagon was covered with a canvas tarp; it would no doubt contain gifts from the village that would help him in his start of being independent.
Strange and Wonderful Things: Auspices
I toss my stuff back into my canvas bag as he throws his many band t-shirts into a duffel, and we set off for home.
Amber Silverblood: Rogue Wolf, Chapter Thirty Seven
"i could do better by taking a dump on a piece of canvas!" "and it would probably smell better than he did. seriously, does that guy bathe in salad dressing?"
Resonance Universe (V2) - United States map
_Villains and heroes are just an illusion. They're a fairy tale to tell your cubs and reassure them good people exist in this world, despite the contrary. The truth is that everybody contains a little sin. It's a black-and-grey need that can transform...
Bounty Hunter: Prolouge (Teaser)
Thieves and bandits have been painting their prescence onto canvas, making themselves known. in order to keep stability within the country, the council has hired special assassins known as _bounty hunters_ to deal with the problem.
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Goldberg covers austin "1 2," austin kicks out goldberg grabs austin and sets him up with a suplex austin goes thundering to the canvas goldberg hits austin with an elbow drop once,twice,three times before picking him up austin his goldberg with a suplex and
Good Enough/Crossroads Chapter 2
Chance watched him curiously as he pulled an easel from beneath the table and set it on top, carefully placing his canvas on it.
Ander - Part 4: Subchapter 19
Kadai saw something moving inside, striped by shadow and light from the cuts in the canvas. he froze in place, his muscles tense, wishing he had thought to bring along a weapon.
Ander - Chapter 4, Subchapter 19
Kadai saw something moving inside, striped by shadow and light from the cuts in the canvas. he froze in place, his muscles tense, wishing he had thought to bring along a weapon.
G.R.R. Chapter 8
I get my head under him, grab him by his waist and pull him off the fence and slam him down with the hardest powerbomb my body could muster onto the canvas. "ohhhh!" the crowd yells.
The Winter Garden Chapter One
" — an hour after nightfall, a respectful knock sounded upon the canvas of roland's small tent. "his majesty requests your presence." roland looked up from the sketchbook resting upon his knees. "my presence?" the guard nodded.
The Folly
Unknown to most, a blank canvas for those with the will and tenacity to confront what lies in wait for them, stalking them amidst the congested undergrowth.