With These Broken Wings: Chapter 3
~ ~ \* ~ ~ the scent of smoke rose up in a nose prickling wisp that spread over the trees and misted along the trunks where the winds blew it.
Nightworld: Epilogue
With a pained grunt, breath misting in the chilled air, the two black tongue servants ripped the door open. stone pieces argued back at them as it was ground together, dust crumbling away as dead plants fell into the mud.
Guardian Wars: Unexpected
His hands were sparking with blue misting electricity that looked like it was much untamed, as if when the lizard clenched or moved his hand it would either get brighter and stronger or brighter
Scales and Honor- Swirling Storm: Chapter 20
The dragon felt his heart start to stretch as his eyes misted over the thoughts of the playful hatchling that had brought him such warmth. “that is why your daughter is dead...so blame me.."
In The Mist Of The Erie Isles - Episode 49
In The Mist Of The Erie Isles By Mantrid Brizon Episode Forty-Nine: By The Light Of The Moon Standing on the main deck not long after sunrise, Irzain looks toward the horizon and smells the strong aroma of the...
Chapter 1: Another Chance
Their bodies where shrouded in unnaturally black robes, which had the faint white etchings of faces contorted in excruciating agony, and their faces were nothing but incorporeal mists swirling violently underneath their hoods.
Prologue
Fading away like the morning mists slowly dissolving into nothingness in the morning light. except there was no light...only nothingness. it was almost relaxing.
Howling Blizzard Mists
Nbsp; ** howling blizzard mists
Chapter 1+2 (New and Updated)
The mists were blown about as if by a sudden violent wind and james was thrown sideways, abruptly feeling an immense amount of pressure cover his entire body.
Attack The Weak Point (Chapter 2)
That very same orb my father used, with its shifting colors and the image of a night sky through rainbow mists as if one were looking through a rounded window into another world.
Ballade of Three Birds
The clear wind and the clouded and the misted wind that mirrors will show you every corner of the old hills that they clean. the scattered starlights show you what futurity will bring for only you can climb into the most transparent skies.
Behind Closed Doors
This cottage flowerbed overcome by weeds, ground laid to waste, waves solemnly through the misted window, as a single speck of dust settles on the chocolate foil, drifting near the paper bin, almost posed to find. but no: she is gone.