Shelter Me From The Cold
The heeler's braided beard accentuates his handsome features, the peeble-like things used to hold the braid together did look like- fuck. "hohoho, we got ourselves a winner, boys!"
End Of Our Worlds? Not today Chapter 14
Yen sid runs his fingers through his long beard for a few seconds before finally answering. "i'm always a bit scared of what may happen but i do know one thing, as long as i can control it, i'll do my best to keep it under control.
Juryokine: Exile of Heroes, Chapter Forty Five
_" kuerlo roared as he got an unexpected mouthful of his own beard. it was so thick that toke doubted he could even see.
Hunter and Trapper
Only his face was exposed, and even that had a rough beard. there was a rough wooden bow to his left with a few arrows made from bone. on his right, there was a claw from the massive creature, with a few holes and a handle to extend his reach, "what?"
Lizards of War (Chapter 1)
Etan points his claw to the back of the room to a bearded dragon sitting with his leg on top of the other crossed. "come forward." etan signals the bearded dragon to come to the front of the room. the beardie casually walks up to the front of the room."
The Forgotten 1: Edge of the World
Even now she saw one grey beard bearing the marks from that battle and she spared herself a tight lipped smile of satisfaction that her people had triumphed. the old man was missing the last two fingers on both hands.
Slave of Alduin Prologue
Parthunax was killed by alduin, so were the grey beards. "before we start our battle, i have a question." dovakiin had only one question to the black scaled dragon before him.
Practice: Magni
His massive beard stretches almost as far as the robes go as well. this setting is strange, you ask why he called you here. “isn’t it obvious?”
Amber Silverblood: Silverpack, Chapter Nineteen
The man with the beard was the only one who seemed somewhat competent at this. beardie looked around and spotted an abandoned gas station down the road.
The Promise
The booth for the bearded lady was empty, as was the fake cage for the dog-faced boy. probably gone back to their trailers or tents or wherever they slept.
A sermon from the Roadhouse Bar
Pince-nez reading glasses sat far down his pointed muzzle. his tail, snapped and bent and crooked in places from years out on the road and bad decisions, twitched noisily with pops and cracks behind him as he coughed and cleard his throat, rubbing his scruffy beard
No Light to be Seen: Chapter 19
The man seemingly his mid thirties or early forties whose appearance just screamed biker with his bushy handlebar mustache with a tad bit of a short beard going on and his tight jeans and a sleeveless jean jacket over his wife beater.