The Dying Game
The smoke made her cough at first but it was like welcoming an old friend back into her lungs, souring them as she relaxed and breathed easier under the influence.
Testing anxiety
A scared, sour taste climbs your tongue, cuing you to tense your muzzle in a disgusted snarl.
A Lesson in League
Ready salted, salt and vinegar, barbecue, even sour cream and onion were all collected as a single worshipping mass, uncaring of their flavourful differences.
Tribes Culture Descriptions
Inter tribal war is very common but it rarely ever kills more than one or two members, they are often just discussions about territory gone sour. honor duels are common and the victor gets the mate of the slain as well as his possessions.
Pastry Prilodeoren (Part 1 of 2)
It tasted like a mix of snickerdoodle and peanut butter with a hint of something sour-sweet. it was such an interesting taste that bleo couldn't help but moan in delight. his whole body felt warm, like it was being fuled by a warm, relaxing substance.
Story Challenge #2
It helped strengthen the bonds between him and others, no matter if they turned a little sour sometimes. regardless of what came next, kendo arctos would carry on somehow.
Burdens - Chapter 110: Caution
It was an open area with plenty of witnesses in case things turned sour.
The all-too happy wolf
He sat down and the goat opened it, the wolf enjoyed the sour-sweet stuff pouring down his mouth and feeling his gut swelling more and more. the goat herself was kind of feeling sad that all of the stuff she had stolen was now gone.
david's college days part three
David looked around and saw pippin fast asleep and souring, david know he couldn't do any more cleaning with nosey machines but could put away more items and watch a bit of telly.
High School Life
But not all was smooth sailing there would be times were randy and evan would get them selves into a sour deal and they had to fight their way out.
Snapshots - The Getaway
The doberman stepped forward, crossing thick arms over a barrel chest, and heeled by an equine with a sour expression. "damn, dude, you gave us one hell of a chase," said the doberman, chuckling softly. "shouldn't have done that, you know."
This hell known as Earth!
Reaching town he hears the familiar noise of people, the sour smell of body odor, and the sight of old wooden walls! he hates towns, but they serve a purpose... trade and that is it!