The Struggle Within CH.2
\*7 Hours Later\* Taylor awoke to the sound of movement and heavy breathing. She turned around. The little eevee was waking up. He stared at her. "Uhh. Hiya. I'll be right back" She walks over to a growlith. "Psst Dan....Dan" the growlith opens one...
Aciec Aeternam (etarnal Battlefield) Into and info
Faukx is a lion with golden sheen in his fur, his hairs are burgundy red and wears them in a long ponytail. he also has a small goatee on his chin. he has an average height and good trained muscles, but not all buffed up.
Bone King: Drunken Shenanigans
''nah, nah, nah, yer've sheen t'mush.... t'moosh.... _tooooo_. _muuuuch-a!_ yeah,_too much_. yer've sheen t'much t'wiggle outta it now.''
Bone King: Drunken Shenanigans [Pre-Apocalypse]
'nah nah nah, yer've sheen t'mush... t'moosh.... _tooooo_. _muuuuch-a!_ yeah, _too much_. yer've sheen t'much t'wiggle outta it now.'
Isle Dreamscape
So i marvel at impossible trees, and waters that hold a perfect sheen, and set sail for the beach.
Eleven
The cave floor felt gritty, covered in a find sheen of dust particle s.
We Used to be Wild
Yawning maw filled with wind and the sheen of your fangs. you scented past my silence, my hollow bones. the trees were old friends. we dove into dew. flesh blooms. flank heaving. breath shatters. warmth, startled, flees.
One of my poems
Moonless autumn night wandering under chilled chilly rain and my heart beating in my chest stubbornly why, if there is no need to have it go one under the canopy of heaven not basking in the dead radiance of the moon dead in the eyes reflected a ghostly sheen
What I Want
I want to surf the great barrier reef i want to see the sunset in paris i want to go skiing up in sweden i want to kill snooki and blame it on charlie sheen i want a lot of things i want to talk philosophy with john wayne i want to dance with a
A King's Sorrow - Chapter I: Exile of The North.
The fox's lips had spread into a broad smile, the vestiges of his fear veiled behind its charming sheen to let them dissolve and be forgotten. "hehe, oh, just a necromancer and a few of the risen dead."
Freedom
Let yourself soar, and see the world on a mile high glide forget the pain, just let it go and show your sheen. the world smiles and the wind flies let it take you and forget the lies.
The Troubled Prolouge
There's me, garrett, a timber wolf, broad frame, athletic, a matt black back and a silver chest with an odd sheen and matching eyes. i manage the hideout, supplies, and materials.