Reaching Within
Shaun clopped to the bathroom. chris's hand firm in the small of his back. "give me your suit when you get undressed so you don't ruin it!" he called behind the door.
The Worst Enemy
“well, about time,” a gruff voice said, followed by the clop of hooves and a clatter of metal. cim turned around to see… himself? “nice to see you, cimmaron,” the other cimmaron said.
Lattes and Legends
The half-goat, half-wolf satyr clopped his way noisily to the bar, grinning a greeting to his host. “for me, the mexican mocha coffee, and don’t spare the spices!” “going to be one of those nights, dolus?” quixos observed wryly.
08 - Mask of Courage
All eyes turned to where the blast had come from and the white unicorn nearly clopped himself in the face. _way to go, bumble-hoof, now your escape route is compromised.
My Little Pony: To Love a Queen chapter 7
The echoing clops of my shoes and their hooves heard. “he will be alright,” his mother spoke ushering him along. “when we get help, the guards will come and put a stop to all of this!”
09 - Tumble Weeds
She clopped herself in the head as she tried to shake off the feeling. _dummy! dummy! dummy! don't do that! just let it go!
Scales and Honor: The Shattered God: Chapter 23
She was so focused she did not hear the clip clops of asterion's hardened hooves. “we've had quite the night. i'd argue you not spend it alone. such things that weigh on us have broken lesser men." “i am not of lesser men."
The Experiment
Tripping over his hooves in his haste, cetas clip-clopped through the house and into the garden; his hooves were loud on the stone path.
Game Show
Your hooves clop loudly on the hot pavement and your route takes you into a shadier part of the city. windows are smashed and badly taped up in places in a sort of 'quick fix' job.
Perfect Game
No one spoke, saving their strength for the upcoming battle, leaving on the clop of horseshoes on the heated earth to break the silence. the horses moved sluggishly, their heads bowed as the heat beat them into submission.
A Walk With the Chosen
It began with the slow clop-clopping of iron-shod hooves on the beaten path, then the distant clinking and rustling of weapons and packs.
"The Thin Line," Part K
Truemane, who gently clopped in, unbuckled her trumpet-case, and sat down to a helping of rhubarb tart. she looked up at my puzzled and astonished expression.