Ander - Chapter 6, Subchapter 29
Maybe her heart knew that she would never go outside again, that she would never run through the forest or bag her first deer, that she would never fall and scrape her knees again, or climb the trees and get her claws all gummy with pine tar, or try to grab
The Anvil of Dawn, Chapter 13: Fading False Dawn
"_ under the shadow of the tree, he let a trickle of flames run along his claws, pressing them deep into the tar. with a sound like the gentlest of crunching leaves, the fire ignited. they were a vibrant red, undisturbed by the surrounding cold.
The Hardest Life PT.1
"well umm, my name is seprenta" (sir-prent-tar). "that's an interesting name..." he said, but embarrassed to say this but then says "are you female?" feeling stupid from what he said. "can't you tell from my voice?" seprenta said.
The Dark Masquerade Part #02
She told them everything that she could remember: how they'd found the crater with the pit of tar, how bo had moved to collect some in his water bottle, and how things then went horribly wrong.
New Threads: Halloween pt.3
The paint was now thicker, with a color and texture like fresh tar. there was a knock at the door. "mai, you okay in there?" it was josh's voice. "i'm fine." she shot back; her voice almost broke into a yell. "you don't sound fine."
Fated Turn - Thursday Prompt Story [#19, 01/6/23]
Here, i found out about a thing brett referred to as "epin-29", a tar-like material that was showing incredible promise in multiple use cases.
Shadow Stalkers: Thymion Pt. 21
Like he said, don't tar everyone with the same brush. life is complicated and you've yet to live yours.'' ''we all have a great deal to learn.'' rosemary whispered to her.
468 The Last of the First Ones
The mixture would have eventually crystallized and her flesh dispersed amongst the tar, a cat shaped bundle of bones in bitumen, to confound some later explorer. it was only luck that saved her, and luck of the sort only a crazed dragon could pull off.
I'm Sorry Tigress
She grabbed her pillow, placing it over her muzzle and screamed a muffled scream, letting out everything, and then tarring in two causing the cotton fly out, some of them landing on the fuming tiger, not that she cared one bit.
Keeping Secrets
Nate was a slender fox, his fur ranging in color from a burnt sienna to a neon orange, and his ears fading to a beautiful tar black at the tips. he stood about five and a half feet tall and couldn't have weighed more than a hundred and twenty pounds.
Fallen Angels, Part two - Falling From Grace
Everything was smothered in a layer of crimson tar, including the interior of the prowler. "he missed the car by inches," quinn looked up at the tall building in front of us.. "he took the dive from up there; eleven stories." "who is he?" i asked.
A Very Veil Christmas
Veil spoke, removing his santa hat and bowing, his completely expressionless, black as tar face was alarming to some, and arousing to others. "veil, how dreamy..." jacob said, bale shooting him a nasty glare.