Illumanati's Diary 8
We hug, and i started playing in the sand with hir. some of the other kits came over and joined us. softpaw was skilfully sculpturing a foxtaur out of sand and water. shi was very good.
The Storm Wolf: Gathering Clouds - chapter 1 Magician- 1.2
The miniature young red deer sand sculpture attempted another flip but failed, landing on the ground and laughing sheepishly. “is that you?”
Chosen of the Sea [2nd Person TF(TG)]
Hopefully there was at least one good spot around as you begin your journey through the dense jungle of flesh, beach towels, and the occasional sand sculpture.
The Original One
Even when his head began to tear into the concrete slab between his floor and the one above to him it felt like a little more than pushing his head through a sand sculpture. and yet he continued inhaling, continued growing.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapters One Hundred One and One Hundred Two
Tears sprang to her eyes as she brushed her fingers over one of the sand sculpture's lifeless muzzle. he needed to fix this quickly. but after so long spent in mortal form, the first's sudden return to _understanding_was overwhelming.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapters Ninety Eight - One Hundred
The first pricked his pads, and anointed each sand sculpture with a droplet of his blood, redolent of his great gift. from that single droplet of blood came life.