Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Fifty Six
The mound of moss and dirt he'd found himself on was not the same one they'd first entered. there was no sign of former walls, no broken gate, no shattered silver stones or smashed arches.
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 30: The Road to Thornwell
The neat lines of the city had fallen behind them, replaced by meadows scattered with ruins half-swallowed by moss. old stone arches jutted from the grass like bones, remnants of draconic roosts long forgotten.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Sixty Five
Her hind legs gave out, and she slumped to the moss, with revaramek still atop her. when they were both spent, and he began to withdraw, he curled around her in the rain.
The Outside World
Not wanting to be out where i really couldn't see anything, i quickly snuck past the bigger me one last time and headed back into the tunnel then back to the moss nest and was asleep just as soon as my head hit the soft moss.
Entertainment of the Gods: Chapter 5 Learning to Hunt
He soon floated down after it, and landed on a moss covered boulder. fortunately the water was only a few feet deep, and it wasn't flowing every hard. he climbed off the boulder, and onto a shorter rock, but his foot slipped on the slick moss.
The Cats of the Forest of Time
If so it must have been years ago, all three rocks were covered with moss.
Taste of Fire: Line Them Up
moss?" he asked. "char." teya said in affirmation. barnaby frowned, he still wasn't entirely sure if that was a 'yes'. "right... anyway, moss and i are very well acquainted.
Of Satyr and Gods Pt. 2
Fireflies danced in the air, and the soft moss underfoot was dotted with tine, perfectly rounded blue-white mushrooms. "why yes, it would!" he said, a mischievous spreading across his face. "i have enough power to give you anything you desire.
Gryphon in the Woods - Chapter 1
And on the far side, deer grazed on the dew covered mosses. a few young bucks milled around with the does, offspring from the prior season.
Twisted Night: Chapter 14
She could here the excitement bursting about him as gestured to the edge of a grassy plain, where a statue of a giant three headed steer covered in thick layers of magenta moss greeted them.
Black Dog Becoming
He shrugs off his pelt and sloughs away flesh and lets the moss crawl in to soothe his bare bones.
An Ode to Snakes! (A slightly Surreal Poem)
Better than lichen, better than moss better than w.a.s.p or david lee roth! they slither and writhe on their bellies you see the best mode of transport this side of ganymede! a moon of jupiter (shouldn't you know?)