Fracture - Chapter 3 - Bliss and Doubt
He put the brush in his pocket and went to put his wet, dirty clothes in the laundry. he went to his room and locked the door. he stretched out on his bed and sighed, laying on his belly.
Transformed Struggles- 4
In his mouth is a little brush and he dips the brush into a bucket of reddish pain and then bounds over to me, the drops of paint flying off the brush to vanish into nothingness.
Sky Splitting
Helix watched them leave, feeling a cold, unpleasant breeze brush past his muzzle. nym shivered next to him. "the weather turned sour." "that's not too much of a problem. rain is a good disguise."
Like Ivory and Ebony - Chapter 1
I stepped out of my underwear and waited for the water to heat up, and decided to brush my teeth in the meantime.
Seekers Tale part 1
I tackle her to the ground just as a lightning bolt shoots out of the brush and blasts the ground where she was standing just a moment earlier. i am back on my feet in a second later scanning the brush for our attacker "luna, stay behind me."
All There is to Say (Chapter 3): The Most Beautiful Thing on Earth
I wagged my tail happily, letting it brush against the outside of his thick sweater, and i sighed, my breath clear in the winter air.
Starway
A softer, kinder wind than the ever-persistent canyon howler brushes across my body. i look at my paw, which is wrapped in a dirty, blood-stained cloth.
Vadim, Chapter 4: The Handsome Truth
After over an hour of brushing and two trash bags of hair later, they were done.
My Happiness - Chapter 1
I grabbed my brush and started brushing my fur. it took about 10 minutes until my fur was perfectly brushed. i took another glance at the mirror. i was 6'2 and had an athletes body. i was muscular, but not buff, but i was athletic muscular.
The Missing Links
Kate could not explain why, but she felt so... safe, so secure in his arms, almost as though his body was absorbing all of the pain from hers, almost as though with each gentle brush of his paw over the back of her neck, her sorrow was brushed away like a
Battle of the Brothers
Caiden glared at connor as he tried again, barely brushing caiden. it was too close a call for him. "oh, you asked for it." he whispered. "hey, mom. dad. isn't it connor's bedtime?" connor scoffed.
Change of Pace (Chapter 1)
With a sigh, he returned his phone to the pocket of his loose-fitting worn jeans, his paw brushing against his new leather belt. it looked like he was on his own.