The Ghost
He cleaned the muck from the ground, replacing it with a new spell, "he was murdered." "easier to call angry spirits." booker nodded. robert nodded, "harder to bind. i need blood."
Chapter One
He made a disgusted face and lifted his forepaw out of the muck, not liking the feeling of dirt squishing between his toes one bit. he grumbled and shook the mud off of his talons as he looked around.
Spyro and Cynder, Chapter 12
He trudged along, not caring that his paws were getting mucked up from the mud. the eggs were in danger of freezing, he had to find a place for them.
Hopes Requiem
Once i was sure it was finally safe i fell back into the flooded field, slamming my fist down into the muck. "what the hell!?" i shouted at the top of my lungs.
WereGarurumon's Stomach Virus
Weregarurumon responded by sneezing all over impmon again, coating his body with slimy, snotty muck. "...i'm goin' outside." "so when did you start feeling your stomach pain?" asked isle.
Walking Streets
A few minutes later and you'd never know i'd just been mucking about in a pool of something's life juice. rearming myself with my camera, i stroll down to the alley.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 32
Just a mess of footprints in the muck. a row of tents. a streak of blood. that lonely bowl of soup. ugly grey clumps of snow and ash. he turned sideways and squeezed his way between two of the tents and into the basecamp proper.
Horses and Life
Horse care was refined, my mucking out routine down to a fine art and helping out at the yard made it easier for me to ride more without emptying my parents' bank account. money, after all, only stretched so far, as i was learning.
First Arc: The Fallen Kings -- Chapter 5 -- (6/??) -- {They're Nothing Like Us}
Frightened stares protruded through the newcomers, babies crying, children covered in muck, mothers wearing dirty rags; some people had their private parts exposed. it was truly in a state of desolation.
Allistair the Oathbreaker (dragon TF)
By then he was neck-deep in the muck, his throat hoarse from screaming. he didn't want to die now! not after what his lordship had promised him! he'd get his own blade! "urghh, gah! help!"
Raptor Poof
Feeding and mucking out the anole hutch could wait until she was finished.
MTG: Aqalax
Crawdads were compelled into the net, rising from the muck. once the cache was filled, she rowed to the docks. upon landing, a few fishermen gave her dirty looks.