Gunge Fest (Commission)
The pit itself was made of thick glass, allowing everyone to watch him land and struggle in the thick, slimy muck.
A Twisting Ladder to Heaven Ch2 : Brothers
I rub the muck from my eyes then shriek as the feralgatr's jaws close around my head. -0- i bolt upright in a cold sweat, my chest heaving as i take a quick inventory of my limbs to make sure i'm all there. "what's going on?"
A Second Story...
Questions such as: what if there were another person running through rapture, mucking up the works and struggling to find out why they were there?
Eternal Night - 4. Return
"my plans got mucked up. i made a mistake; can i have the rest of yours?" when he nodded, i stepped to the feline and wrapped my arms around her, slowly snaking one paw up her back, past her neck and twirling my fingers in her hair.
Journey to another world pt2 ch79
He sneezed all over my shoes, which flew him back to land on his backside again and get himself covered a little more in the muck. "_to late_." both rena and jenavee said with a smile and chuckle.
Running Away From Trouble
No matter what jesse did from there on, it didn't seem that he'd be able to keep his hooves clean, and he had to move quickly; every time he paused on the trail, he sunk a little bit further and further into the muck.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 123
Just a mess of footprints in the muck. a row of tents. a streak of blood. that lonely bowl of soup. ugly grey clumps of snow and ash. he turned sideways and squeezed his way between two of the tents and into the basecamp proper.
A Fish out of Water - Chapter 3
To face our direction of travel, filling my vision with a black mass of fabric, plastic strings and buckles covering his backpack as he lifted his right boot upwards before thumping it back down into the incrementally thickening layer of foul, deep brown muck
Dynasty Origins, Act 05: Crackdown
I looked around, walking through the muck beneath my feet. i was puzzled. why was i seeing a portion of the forest that no longer existed? the entirety of the forest hadn't disappeared yet, but it might as well have.
Into The Mouths Of Madness
_ between the dirt and muck, slathered in my own blood, is a human tooth. almost immediately a swarm of mosquitos and a young prickler descend upon the droplets, a few whirring around my mouth. scum!
Chapter Seven
She wanted to go on, drawn by the incomprehensible babbling that her eager mind translated into a siren song, but the muck was up to her knees now, and every movement was a struggle.
Flee, Flee, Lynx in the Wood!
Rags filthy with sweat and mining muck. rags made even filthier from the dead deer. in the distance, baying hounds. feral hounds handled by the hound himself. a killer, set into every inch of his wicked being. it started to rain. "again?"