Wiroch: Day 1, Part 1
"_ elijah whispered as they climbed the stairs to the main doors of what seemed a glorious palace. the color was dark blue, meant to mimic the color of the tempest metal.
Taste of Fire: Thoughts of Hatred
They seek kindness in the cold, dead heart that i command. the lashings of millennia scar the face of this world. humanity is the hesitant beast that covers the lands and sea alike, unwilling to submit to their true desires.
ONW: Confessions About Dara
A perfect end to the day. dara got the fire going and leaned against my shoulder as the stars began to dot the sky. we watched, awed as the points of light swept across the heavens.
Wiroch: The First Step
"none other than the vigil of the tempests, tiralin nuva!" there was a murmur through the crowd at first until one voice rang through them. "the vengeful fist of the tempest! the one called the dark queen by the furs!"
Wiroch: Victorious
._ final entry before the _forlorn battle_ the forlorn battle is considered the turning point of the campaign against wiroch. for years the drotharian army marched nearly without any resistance, besides those of the tempest dragons.
Taste of Fire: Passionate Envy
Now that the thought was in his head, he looked over the female lucario's body. the curves were perfect, her fur was well groomed and she smelt faintly of a rose in the spring. how could he never see her this way before?
Taste of Fire: A Lovers Spark
the moan was all the reassurance he needed to begin pumping in and out of his lover. both were lost in the intimate contact between them and the pleasure that was swirling through their entire bodies. the sounds of sex filled the room.
Taste of Fire: No Hope for Dead Men
the vehicles 'nickname' was carved into the doors; the alabaster lance. the engine rumbled heavily to life as it's driver twisted the ignition. the driver grinned widely as he revved the engine. "le's get to it!" he said excitedly.
Prequel, ToF: Hallowed Ground
the fire engulfed the men, their skin bubbled in the intense heat. the flames worked into their lungs and stole the oxygen from them. their charred husks fell to the ground. the walls and floor began to burn wildly.
MLP: Magic is Essential
the flames licked the faces of the fireponies and the crowd, singeing the fur on their faces. prestige stood upon the stage in a grand pose. he knew what would come next. applause exploded throughout the room after a short pause.
Taste of Fire: Kingpin
the capitol building was known as unrest. the building that had been the first battleground in the revolt against the assembled that once controlled this entire island.
Easterling Endurance
Korod lowered his bow but he kept the arrow ready to fly. there was no noise in the clearing except for the errant fluttering of a mordor banner stuck into the ground. he walked over the corpses and inspected the scene. "explains the smell..."