Epilogue: The Redemption of Lily Marks
The jumble of unfamiliar signals swirled around him for a moment before snapping into focus. "lily?!" _\*correct, nathanial.\*_ "what?! how? why? when? where? no, there is no where in the afterlife. lily? can't be, but... wait a minute.
The Call of the Wretched Sea, Chapter 1: An Eye
Looking up, the mare caught the outline of the sun, motionless above the swirling clouds, the muddy yellow outline giving her hope to the inevitable end of the storm.
Aboard the Airship (Reupload)
Cloak billowing in the wind as ice began to swirl about her. "martigan," she said as she began to stalk towards the unseen danger, "you're not running."
Dragon Storm: Chapter 42: An Unrivaled Match: Light Vs. Dark in Fur Dreams City! Part Two!
As she collapses to the ground, the swirling darkness surrounding her thickening into a shell of pure darkness as it ripples and pulses from the changes taking place within.
Emerald Secrets: Chapter 5: Temple Problems
Lyndis remembered the pictures that had depicted the storm, and the dragons swirling around in the vortex created by the mages. "bahamut's bottom, this is why she told him to keep away!"
Eternal Pit
#12 of poetry as seen in my writer's blog: http://sirenscoast.wordpress.com/2013/05/26/saturday-one-day-left/ **_eternal pit_** _these words that swirl about my head_ _and haunt my thoughts while in bed_ _bleed my soul within this scrawl_ _and scream
Thunderstorms
As i lay back in the grass, i look above into the sky dark thunder clouds swirl above me, the air tense with it's rage.
A dream begins
Love begin's and swirls inside of me. all around in and out. i see a sky of dirty red and black. full of pain and agony. the world begin's once again. a place of life and elgance. art in nature to see once again. again a new fire becomes.
Water: a poem
Coming up the air is breezy, thoughts are gone and life is easy, kicking and swirling to stay above, enough time to catch ones breath.
Snow
Restless mind that brings quiet to my tortured heart for i am alone in darkness lost in the woods so small in this world cloaked in snow yet a lamp pierces the darkness calling me out of the night into the arms of those i love while the snow swirls
The Flug Fly
Black hat led him down the tunnel, humming an odd sounding tune to himself and swirling his cane, in a good mood apparently. it sounded like... voltaire.... flug noticed.
Meet The Guardians: The Fashionable Fencer
Stark white, ruffly hair that hangs just above his chest, grayish blue eyes that have swirl after swirl in his iris, before reaching his pupil, which is a dark blue color. jokingly, rya calls this his ''eyes of insanity.''