Hell on Earth. Chapter 1
Rap and rave were just a tad bit too big to fit in the hanging cage that was reserved for more sensible magical sidekicks, so they normally dozed in a sleeping bag on the floor, atop the knitted habitat rug.
Our City: Chapter Two
He was a young man, nothing older than twenty-five, and he hid his thinly muscled frame with a camouflage jacket and warmly-knit beanie.
Furry Holmes Chapter 1 ( Part 3 )
Lestrade said nothing, but replied with knitted eyebrows. "you can stay at home if you want," i said. "i'll go, okay?" * * * "have anything happened lately?" i took a sip of the tea the shopkeeper offered us. he shook his head. "see? nothing!"
The 3 Bored Cats
Everyone called her pestimist sunshine steven was yellow and was all down and mellow jack was red and was laying almost dead and sunshine was black, laying by on old dusty knick knack all that was there was an old wooden clock and an old lady who knitted
The Cursed
As the fabric there fell apart, i could actually feel the skin knitting back together, and getting tougher still. the next time her claws tried to cut into my stomach, they left even shallower cuts.
The Wolf's Ire
His face shifted, canines elongating and muzzle pushing out as new jaw muscles knit themselves into place. as he pushed his jeans down, his tail swung freely, lashing behind him in agitation.
For Once Chapter One
I slowly walk over to the medicine cabinet, i slowly unlink my tightly knit arms, open the cabinet and reach for my little, hidden razor blade. i lay my left arm on the sink, i lower the razor blade to my arm.
The Storm Wolf: Gathering Clouds - chapter 7 Lovers - 7.11
The dogs formed a tight-knit group within the academy. out of respect for the wolf house—or something similar—most members chose to ignore my existence, so i hadn’t paid much attention to their diverse little circle until today.
Love Song [A Rock Dog FanFiction]
With that, she slowly pulled the knit hat off of bodi's head. as she did so, more and more of the dog's hair was revealed. darma was surprised to see that the tibetan actually had a full, long, head of hair.
U.C.O.D. Scorn of The Lost: Chapter 13
He was the kind of man who disliked the closeness of the city, a fox who appreciated the isolation of nature and values that grew from a close-knit family.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 128
They were seemingly everywhere; chopping vegetables, sweeping porches, tending gardens, knitting sweaters, scolding children. but did she ever see any of them for what they truly were before she realized that she would soon be a mother herself?
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 14
It was the one she had knitted two winters ago, but nobody had ever worn because she had gone a bit overboard on the length (and also because the tassels were super kitsch, not that anybody would ever tell her that, of course).