Sugar High [Commission]
She crouched in front of the next open display and licked her lips in anticipation.
Thrown Back: The End
She crouched down as he came at her and flicked her tail flat behind her as she tensed up. the muscles along her haunches bunched up as she waited until the last possible moment, when his arm came out ready to snag her legs to bring her down.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Twenty Three
Revaramek caught her in his forelegs and dropped back onto his haunches, hugging her against his chest. “enora! enora!” mirelle scratched her head.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 164
He crouched down to his haunches and suddenly she could feel his nose right up against her belly, frightfully cold and wet.
Gilded Cage: Chapter 20
Humming away, his elegant haunches swished back and forth, a lingering echo of last night's romantic rendezvous still playing softly in his mind's ear.
Scales and Honor- Viridian Night: Chapter 10
Lyyreth looked to the farmer as he settled onto his haunches, and nodded. when the man had left he carefully placed infinity on the hay like she was a newly hatched dragon.
Spyro's Old Flame: Chapter 10 - Beginnings and Endings
It was tight - so tight that he had to crouch low and tuck his wings against his back to fit.
Changes - Part 5
He crouched, calculated, then leaped out into the torrent. thick fur protected him from the icy chill as the water closed over him.
Pledged in Blood - Part Two
I flopped onto my haunches, lashing my tail against a stack of books. they toppled through the air and tumbled across the floor. “yes, nesh, i understand.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Eleven
He waggled his haunches, and leapt onto a boulder, claws scrabbling at the slimy surface. then he leapt again, onto a log that was longer than mother's tail, and spanned the burbling ooze.
Forest Keep 37
Nokala waited until he had slumped in defeat before releasing his grasp and settling back on his haunches and watching. a look of interest on his muzzle, mixed with a hint of pity.
I Don't Know...
But tonight i've managed to get my little neighborhood tribe into a squat, and we don't have to worry about the winter so much. this poem is dedicated to the unloved. the unfortunate. the ones who live apart from what we would consider everyday society.