“PATTERNS” in italiano

Just when Rel thought the garau could not possibly run faster, the patterns in the hides of modalman, garau and modalhound alike glowed with fierce light, shifting from a delicate blue to a steady, unvarying red.

He saw the garau’s six feet striking the floor in precise patterns.

The pair of them were sweating heavily, their clan marks flashed out sharp, staccato patterns that Rel read as unbridled aggression.

His clothes were as embellished as his room, a riot of differing patterns in grey and ivory, frogging, medals he had not won in battle, and a set of massive epaulettes.

The patterns crept up from the elder’s finger, and drew itself upon the new modalman’s body.

Sweat lathered their hides, its foam collecting in the deep patterns all over their bodies.

There were patterns woven among feathers of shimmering electrum, a pale coppery gold, but they were subtle and too far away for Liang to make them out.

The motions of the sea were pushed out of their usual patterns by the nearing Twin.

You see the patterns of course?

” Shkarauthir’s clan patterns gleamed.

“Keep going,” Gwyn said, leagues ahead on her own bracelet and beginning to add pretty patterns within the rows.