Thru Shadows Falling
I remember holding him closely to me, burying my tear-streaked head in his curly haired head, brushing my fingers across his soft cheeks, vowing to myself to never let him go. vowing to keep my brother safe no matter what will happen.
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 23)
The sheep's curly wool will grow longer and thicker until the sheep eventually overheats, or is crushed by the weight of its own fur, and dies.
K-495 (chapter 2)
I chuckled at hearing him curs to him self, as he smacked the radio, trying to find anything on the air. i walked up to missile tube 1, opening the hatch, and leaning into the moist wet tube, the giant green missile stood there, silent yet foreboding.
The Edge of Sapphire - Chapter 6 - The Bleeding Edge
_'oh, hell, just grit your teeth and get you about your duty, you whining cur, your audience awaits.
Lonely Oak Chapter 104 - Swimmer's Ear
She sobbed, turning about, holding the two locks of curly hair that were on either side of a two-inch-wide gap, where the curly tresses were only a few inches long. ms. hupp caught emeral approaching, but noticed the tigress hesitate.
Lessons In Happiness - Chapter 5
She leapt off of me, her hair immediately becoming just as curly as when i met her. she pulled me into an extremely tight hug. "thank you thank you thank you soo much zain!" "p-pinkie. y-you're choking m-me!"
Dance in the Circle Chapter 1
His chest was bare, his legs were covered in fur, with hooves for feet, and a pair of horns stuck from the top of his dense, curly hair.
How to Act Like a Dragon (A Wings of Fire Fanfic) Chapter 4
"do not talk so rudely to our queen you cur!" one skywing dragon with an orange-yellowish scale snapped at me as i whimpered. "no, let him speak." the queen hovered in the air while looking down at me. "i... don't know how to fly..."
Chapter 3- The First Rehearsal
I feel my cheeks blushing and my curly tail is already wagging. mrs. talob interrupts my thoughts when she says, "did you get all that, morgan?" "yes ma'am."
The Night CH.1
To notice the way her long curly brown hair swayed with her large hips, the way the moonlight was light up her brown eyes, the way i was paying too much attention to her, and not the mission at hand. "tell me, mr john, where are you from?"
NanoWrimo: Flexible Survival 5/?
Coming down on zip lines were six figures with pink skin and curly tails. pig men, no more than three feet tall a piece. looked like four males, two females. they weren't as eager to accessorize as the telegraphers, leaving nothing to the imagination.
Writer-Fazed
Along the way, a raccoon with curly gray hair who looked to be about 57 years old smiled cheerfully at me. it was a warm, welcoming smile. i could breathe easier seeing it.