The Skinnymen of The Forest
He waved off the already cindering smoke, but he did slide back against the wall, running his hooves through his scalp “i screamed. and then i saw the human drop the rope. those things tore off at me, faster than i've ever seen anything run before.
A Dull Dragon - 7
He reached up and scratched at his scalp with one hand, holding the book open with the other, still staring at the formulas scrawled on the pages. i sighed, my hot breath fluttering the pages slightly. "if only i had more skill at magic..."
Creation of Furries Ch. 5
I slowly ran my claws across my scalp, unable to think. i exhaled, and waited for the knock. it came, lightly. i closed my eyes, and exhaled again. i let my hand feel along the door, until finding the knob.
Straight Shot
The private was like every other odst present taller than the sergeant major, in his early twenties with black stubble sprouted on his jaw, matching the stubble of the shorn black hair on his scalp. "sir, yes, sir!"
A Lamb Among Wolves Ch:3
He drew his paw back over his scalp. "what if they grill her on her past she doesn't want to relive? she's technically an ex-con." vernon shook his head. "w-well she's not a child vernon...i mean if they do talk about it-" wade trailed off.
Beasts, Arc I: Un-Bear-able (Part 4)
Cindy giggled when she heard him growling and scratched his scalp, ruffling the patch of fur in-between his fuzzy brown ears. "hehe, you do have cute ears like a teddy bear."
Thoughts of the Thoughtless
It pulled away, a section of its scalp sticking at the point of impact but it did not care to notice; it complied with its purpose, and began making its way back up the stairs in the event that it needed to do... something?
Lonely Oak Chapter 94 - Bubble'n'Squeak
She had to run a hand across her scalp to get the bangs out of her eyes. when her vision was clear, the dalmatian was looking slightly off-center to her, keeping true to his nickname. "what's... up?" "oh... not much," she said, patting her side.
Doodle Story: Trustworthy Ally
Randy scratched his scalp. "maybe it was just me, but it smelled like he was defecating... i figured you didn't want to be around him while he was doing that since you got so sick after seeing that digimon go in the bathroom."
Hunted, Part 2: A Series Of Nasty Events
The force of the dinosaur's fart made a wind tunnel look tame, and if he hadn't been protected by mysterious magics of his own, the boy's hair would have been ripped from his scalp.
Dragon In The Cafe.
Properly still, wings settling, ears totally flat to her scalp, and leaned forward across the table. chin tilted up. throat bared openly, pure trust, the black underplating catching the light. waiting. it wasn't an obvious thing.
Harley's barking mad revenge
His slicked back mop of deep green hair loosened strand by strand falling in clumps from his scalp, his nostrils were filled with the dank aroma of dust spiders and other things.