Paradise Ascendant
He had a soft, sandy coat and curly, blonde shoulder-length hair, from which two long ears sprouted upward.
The Loa Pantheon
Dark eyed and dark skinned, he likes the contrast of a sharp white military uniform and red sash with his curly headed visage. he often makes use of the catholic identity of st. james the greater and always carries an iron knife, sword or machete.
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.
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!"
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.
A Blast From the Past Ch. 3
The doctor walked up to kaga patting him on the shoulder to whisper to him, it was a middle aged man, a tiger, about five nine in height with short curly hair and light green eyes.
Sphere City (Chapter 1: Genetics)
His bright orange curly hair struck chords over his face, though he stood silently, awaiting his next victim.
Wasteland Survivor – The calm - ch32
"i care not if one filthy orc leads or fifty of the curs do, as long as they are the hammer on the anvil of the dwarves!" i turned back to the male, whip in hand, "please, turn around." i said sweetly to the now whimpering male.