The Kitty (NOT by Edgar Allan Poe)
Angrily i hastened to the kitchen greatly chastened grabbed a mop beside the basin, found some cleanser for the floor to the living room returning, my thoughts seething, burning and here i would be learning, my cat was curled up soon to snore upon
Love at Twin Oaks Pt. 1
Behind her the aging badger groaned and retorted, "one more of them big curls and your head's gonna tip right on over to your shoulders, missy."
Up Bright and Early
Just me and her with a small family of our hatchlings, on a regular morning <3 the nest was small and cosy, only just large enough for the two furred dragonesses to lay curled up inside with the three hatchlings.
Predecessor
Eventually, i wished for nothing more than to curl up and forget the world existed. i lost all contact with my family, and with the successful friends, i had created during my years of helping.
The Squire (Prologue)
Many miles away by now, back at the camp, barahir began to twitch, his fingers stretching and curling back and his head moved back and forth.
Pokemon RP Chapter 1
Stumbling onto a path frequently used by pokemon, i sit down by a tree and curl up into a ball with my head in between my legs. "why? i asked myself.
The Secret Shinx
curling her tail around her she leaned her head back against the gnarled tree trunk, closing her eyes softly, drifting off slowly as a single tear rolled down her left cheek.
City Mouse: 4 of 7
She curled her hands behind his head, edging her hip against his until she'd pushed him over onto his back. her tongue was a little rough, she twisted it against his, he reciprocated until she pulled back, her breathing quick.
Rainfall - Chapter 06
I shifted in my chair, a bit uncomfortable about the subject, and luiz seemed to notice it too, so he curled his tail around mine, away from my father's view. "she is just a friend, dad." "yeah... sure thing."
Preface: A Father's Duty
Jenny mumbled sleepily, her little arms curling around his larger paw and holding it tight to her chest. "it's okay, sugar. just listen," her father said.
Dressing the French Maid Dragon
Antoneth squirmed, toes digging into the carpet, and huffed, letting a stream of smoke curl from his nostrils. the tanuki was going too far now, really, he was, he told himself.
Always There
Lukas's bed started to show similar signs, too: beside the place where he threw back the covers every morning, a little cat-shaped indentation started to form, right in the spot where she always curled up each night.