Ragnarok - XXIII
It was not seen save as a far-off dinginess, as if the world were dirty, grey, and not quite there, but it was felt, as vertigo and sweat both gritty and oily.
The Devil's Toys
I was extremely excited for the expansion so this was a product of my imagination and boredom waiting for it to come out, thus a more gritty (and gay obviously) interpretation from the soldier's perspectives.
Second Sight: Chapter Four: Groundside
The bar lifted itself up, and i stepped out to feel something gritty and hard. the whole area was pitch black; only the blue light from the pod had illuminated the area - well, that wasn't entirely true. i also saw a large source of light to my left.
A Brief Episode in the Life of a Starship Ensign
It was rather gritty, like one that might belong to a street person, but a strong one too. russ could detect from the voice that the speaker must be fairly young as well, older than him probably, but not by much.
The Book of Warlock 15. Aggravated Assault.
No sooner had his furry hind paws touched gritty cobblestone he was swinging his blade and relishing the splatter of warm goblin blood upon his jowls.
A Biography of a Human: Eclipse
It opened its jaw as a foul decay washed over my face and a tongue slithered near my face until it made contact with its gritty surface.
Caity's Tail
A gritty looking bat came up behind me, she had green hair, a couple of facial piercings and crows feet that looked like she hadn't slept in years. she filled me in.
What Once Was, Part II
The unfortunate man groaned as he climbed back up onto his knees, spitting out the gritty particles and wiping his face clean. "ow." he muttered as he spat out a chunk of sand. a fine dusting of white coated his frame. "aw, did you fall down?"
The Stranger. Chapter 3.
Picking up the pace, i started to jog, and i felt the tarmac beneath my footpaws, it felt cold and gritty against my pads, and puffs of the clammy mist plumed upwards as my footpaws slapped down at the pavement. wait, did i even have shoes on?!
Chapter 1: A Spark of Embers
My paws skid on the gritty soil of the forest clearing as i rotated to face her, releasing a burst of fire from my lower burners, controlling the ember as it sped through the air after her.
Lurking in the Mud - Storm Wrestling
It tasted foul, gritty, thick and gooey, like dirt and the flavour was little better. flinty coughed, spluttered and then gasp as his stomach heaved in protest.
Lonely Oak Chapter 96 - If She Haddaway
The tires of the car came to a gritty stop, as if to put decisiveness in her statement with no room for argument. "hello, sissy. hey, emmy." "hi, kavl," the tigress waved limply, her attitude a bit fizzled by her friend's responses.