He drew out his sword, for a clash and a
roar was heard.the ash pile by the shrine door stirred and
shifted, forming a large crypted beast, it began to sniff its way
through the maze, the ash and soot becoming furred.
Poetry
This new room was a maze of crates and cylinders stacked to the ceiling. kylo walked past column after column without a sound. outside, he could hear the lava falling over the canyon that he crossed to get here.
Action, Fighting, No-Yiff, Non-Anthro, Star Wars, jedi, lightsaber
Once they reached the lowest point in the mountain darius walked through a maze of halls, explaining the purpose of going so deep into the mountain.
Christmas, Christmas party, Darius, Dragon, Gift, Hybrid, Party, Rekuiem, Story, Wolf, writing
He wasn't sure yet if this place was indeed a maze, but he hoped that would indeed be the case as he took another right turn.
Backrooms, Bittersweet, Border Collie, Clean, Fear, Firefighter, Horror, No-Yiff, Office, Psychological, Story, firefighting, isolation
She said walking back into the maze.
"wait!"
"goodbye floki," she said as she disappeared. floki smiled.
"i guess she was intimidated by me.
Death, gods
Then there's the maze that's full of people trying to get to the top. win that and you move on to a battle zone that has side lines.
in this place you get a prep area and 1 5 minutes to build an army or whatever you want.
Coliseum, GEM, Ram, War
"this place is like a maze."
julio nodded. "it'll a **maze** me if we find our way out."
rachel stopped before lana and sneered at julio. "you're lucky she's asleep, or she'd hurt you for a joke like that."
julio knelt beside tuzeen.
Fantasy, Magic, Medieval, Violence, combat, rats, religion vs state
I simply smirked and pointed towards the other end of the hallway in the maze. 'that's why.' i said to which she turned and looked towards her opponents.
Battle, Comedy, Fanfiction, Pain, Pokemon
I look at what i pass as if to weigh
it's value as the setting of a duel:
this maze of dark slate stairs, around planters
of spindly budding maples would do well
if i could keep the high ground, or that bed
of briars so green that they are almost black
Iambic pentameter, Poetry, blank verse