The over indulgance of Mr. Wolf
Plates fell of the stacks and drool dribbled down the mr. wolf's chunky chins and neckrolls. he ate with abandon, there was no shame for the black dog as the ass tore out of his silk suit.
Born of Chaos Ch. 4
Discord picked an apple out of a nearby tree that had just been turned to stone, the apple seemed to be beating like a heart, and when he bit into it, strange purple goo leaked out and dribbled down his chin.
Request: The baby-maker.
The puma shouted, dribbling over the jaguar's shoulder. it disgusted her to see the infantile puma laugh and toy around like nothing was happening. she wanted to get her money and leave.
Breakfast In Bed
I chewed briefly, feeling the excess syrup coating my lips and dribbling down towards my many chins. i ignored this however, for my only interest at that moment was to eat every single pancake in that tottering pile.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 179
Or at least, that's what it would have looked like if his neck wasn't completely limp and his face wasn't hanging straight down, staring into nothing but the pool of blood spreading across the steps and dribbling down the risers in slow, red sheets.
Part 3: The Arena Blademaster
Down a flight of stairs, past walls that dribbled with crusted red and warriors who struck at hay people, the slaves were unchained from each other. the dark elves unlinked their wrist irons, but they laughed when one of the slaves held up his hands.
[c] The glutton's comeuppance
The cyndaquil's cheeks were straining around the hose, and tiny rivulets of water were dribbling out of the corners of his mouth. his formerly-wide eyes were now half-lidded.
Sweet Sixteen and Elite Eight
The pair stood there, adonis dribbling while they both waited for the other to make a move. the eagle-owl leaned forward, and hiro saw him say something to the dog.
Follow-Up Interview
She gave the ball a few casual dribbles before taking her next shot. "not going out for popularity contests like these. though i suppose i would have done that anyways. keeping quiet.
Missing In Action - Chapter 1 : Shooting Hoops
Hunter scooped up the ball with his wing and gave it a few dribbles before the ball started to sag. "oh for christ's sake, can't they get us a ball that lasts for more then a week?" moaned hunter. henry simply laughed.
Through Breath and Sight - Chapter 4
He wears a lengthy apron splattered and smeared with broad dark blotches, some of them damp and slowly dribbling. a rich, pungent scent of decay wafts in from the room behind him. meeting my gaze, he smiles warmly, then glances over at the cat.
Breaking the mold - preview
None of this even compared to the feel of it, the dribbles and drips and trickles moving down his fur under the thin plastic, too much too quickly for even the specially designed bulk to absorb.