Found and Lost
No brass or copper was in evidence, only the finely-wrought precious metals.
Zootopia 12/13
Sleeping beauty decided to open his precious little eyes." "gee, chief. do you really think they're precious?" chase teased, blinking them. "i see you're just as bad as that fox." bogo said, rolling his eyes.
Little Star Chapter 2
The citadel of the stars was her haven for her precious bat-ponies. she discovered them a century after the defeat of discord. she became their savior when she protected them from the tribalism of the three primary pony tribes.
Hypnovember '23, Day 1 - Eyes
Work on crying, pouting, and just generally being unable to handle changes to your precious, precious routine. understood?" cas nodded again. "i understand." lynch smiled.
The Dragons of Smaller Dens
In many portrayals, dragons are hoarders of precious gems and treasures. if dragons hoard and live as long as they are portrayed to, then what do they leave behind for future generations?
Mirror’cle...
Lacking complete circumstance the feelings i felt for a moment let my entire being breathe easy once more followed by a few good recollective tears, from those smiling, that i'll always adore it's a thought, a place frozen in time, for better or worst, precious
A Stranger in Suburbia (An Interactive Story) - Prologue (6)
Outside is a hallway that puts your precious **entrance hallway** to shame. it is brightly lit but scarcely decorated. your own door has a plaque with the number **202** written on it.
True joy
These are the precious things that acts like our treat.
The girl I knew.
She never got to say, those precious words "i do". but she was far and away, the strongest girl i ever knew. she couldn't brush her hair, or put make up on her face. she couldn't hold you dear, or give you a warm embrace.
Passion
Have you watched as their eyes lit up and a smile spread across their face at just the mention of that which they hold most precious in their lives?
Wild Spirit
Try and break their spirit if you must, but you will find the precious diamonds you sought have now turned to useless dust.
End of the year
#3 of poetry a thing i wrote for the end of 2013 the sun shines through my window it gleams beautifully, so precious and joyful it shines radiantly, so pretty and just walking through my little small town i wanna feel free from the pain and hurt for