Thing Born of Blood
._ the body moves, the muscles flex, the legs unfurl in the morning haze, flying across the waving green, power engulfed within a thin frame.
Ander - Part 1: Subchapter 28
These words meant nothing to him through the red haze. it was just noise, no different from the roaring all around him, but he did take ander's hand. he did.
Adept Paws Interlude: Rea
Dapples of light danced, warm, through the canopy to set a glow upon her closed eyes; the green haze of the moss-draped wood replaced with the red of her own eyelids. the velvet whisper of cattails padded through her mind.
Marooned on Tashoo, Chapter 2
I had endured all of the hazing during my freshman year with all the stoicism that would have made a spartan proud. however, unlike my classmates, i refused to participate when they themselves hazed the freshmen.
Ander - Chapter 4, Subchapter 1
The red, animalistic haze was beginning to materialize around the borders of his half-vision once again, blotting out any traces of something as insignificant as pain.
Personal Angel
You say it's possible we'll talk once more but i doubt that chance will come and heal my sore my heart is now wounded... forever to be in a daze will my mind never escape this haze..?
Alone
Each and every day i wake as though i was dead hours dragging on like days making all that i do disappear in a haze the cloud of melancholy hanging above my head sapping me of emotion until i feel nothing and only want death how can i keep looking for
J.G.
All as we are such perfect flaws of pale and purple haze and this expansive this void merely a space to play pretend all as we are such jealous gods holding to such truths, i understand why the heaviest rains, still more though harsher
Ander - Chapter 1, Subchapter 26
Ander fought through the grey haze of pain. it hurt just to breathe, but that voice... kiana's voice. she needed him, and he had made a promise. "kiana..." ander started to rise.
Hunter of Worlds: Phase1-Chapter7
The heat and the lull of the scenario began to lure the canine into a haze... how long they drove, he couldn't say.
WOLVES MIST - Chapter 1(.4)
A scream ripped from him and dimly through the haze of pain he could hear the bellow of the youth next to him. it felt like his whole body had been stung with the pinpricks of uncountable needles.
soul
The sweet moonlit night dark and bright falls still. all in its grasp they lay still motionless. cold creeps into the soul as lonesome and bitter the tears well and freeze. life a haze as the mist of loss cuts, its knife rigged and cold as it lays a blanked