Dragon's Pride 15

Seraphor made a low growl before walking near the dragon's urn to lay about and started to think.

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Healing

Even the urns were missing. there was strong magic there, and with four of the urns - perhaps all that remained whole in the world - it wasn't any magic he was familiar with. hesitation, he figured, would be prudent.

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Ritual

After a few moments he quieted down and looked up at the urns. iris leaned in and whispered to him that she had a small gift for him. she let go of him as she walked up to the urns, and took off the neckless she had been wearing.

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Zootopia: Tragedy and Friendship Part. 2

With a small moment of hesitation he brought the urn up to the wind, took the lid and poured all of the ashes into the wind; soon afterward discarding the urn by throwing it off the railing and down the mountain.

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A Small Boon

I'm not the one who broke the stupid urn; i can't believe i'm stuck helping you clean this up." the urn lockely referred to was one that had been on a second-floor classroom in the academy.

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Chapter 6 Tremendously Stupid

King bastian emerald had been cremated, and his white ornamental urn stood under glass in wychowl's chapel. etienne always came to his father's urn when he was feeling lost or alone. just talking to it always afforded him comfort, however small.

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Memories

I kept the ashes of my parents and sister, each in their own urn in a secret apartment of my home, aswell the urn with my mentors ashes, i know..its abit creepy but, they were like family..

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The Emerald Blade (Bards Tales #1)

urns upon urns were found stalked here and there.

Cortege

He said nothing, before bringing it up and kissing the urn, holding it as if he were scared to drop it. he then lowered it, hugging it close as he gently opened it. he looked to the plastic bag, gently removing it from the urn.

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Contemplate Hope

._ _you're not alone, now please return,_ _to thoughts of hope and not an urn._

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Heraclitan Bird-Songs

The urn now breaks in hopeful flight - you take to air - o'er world of bliss, without the worlds that burn, when fresh, with kiss to heaven, you return.

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