Hollow Bones

Hollow bones and all that. we're frail, we can't take a hit; i know you've heard it. people are always going to try to take advantage of that. when they do, there are two ways we can react.

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The Bone Grinder

Morning rose over Asgard as Zeng awoke with a fierce headache and several mead cups in his room, then he heard the sound of a female moaning next to him and noticed he was completely naked and next to him was the valkyrie Tanya from last night. Many...

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These Old Bones

The old wolf stumbled his way towards his bedroom, cane in one paw, the candle in the other. His joints ached from the storm that raged outside. His caretaker was already snoozing in their room by the sound of muffled snoring nearby....

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Blood and Dirt and Bone

Named for the trivium song 'through blood and dirt and bone', you might notice why (it's pretty shallow, there's not a ton of meaning here).

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Fight For The Bone

If i don't get to have this entire bone to myself, nobody can!" the scrawny coyote threw the bone. he threw it so hard that when the bone collided with a nearby cactus, it sliced in clean in half!

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The Gryphon's Meal

This time, her beak opened wide, a few bones that had not made it deeper, fell onto the grass before her.

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Dry Bone’s Babying Punishment

Once in the nursery, bower laid the dry bones down his crib and strapped his arms and legs down. "you may not like this now, baby bones, but by morning, i doubt you mind too much." bowser chided.

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A Bird, created.

** A Bird** , created.

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Cinder And Bone: Chapter One

The bone held fast, despite the pinsir's clearly strained efforts to break it. frustrated, the bug type reared back, lifting the bone into the air. as marowak retained a firm grip on his bone, this placed him directly on the bug's face.

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Bones behind glass

bones behind glass. just out of reach. sentiments behind words. subtle but visible. thinly veiled, the threats lie beneath glass. bones, i think of death. sentiments, i think of love. both play a part in each other.

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