Rendezvous Under the Moon
Her cold hands stroke through the thick tussle of his fur, weaving her fingers around within while she scratched his skin.
The Doctors of Doom, Part Seven
It hit and smashed through the thick, reinforced glass. battering through the wall, street entered the main reactor room. his final goal. "yes... yes... i can taste it..."
Terms of Service - Chapter 6
Wax splashed across the floor, thick, gelid, molten waves washing around the table in a seemingly endless torrent. the cobra was collapsing, revealing the novelty candles, the waves of thick wax making them shift and stir.
Prologe of the Fox
Prologe the forest is laced intimately within a thick web of shadows.
Jat'von tells a tale of his past
Jat'von looked up and saw that other tiger and he saw the eyes staring back at him before giving a small roar of which he returned and saw the tiger turn around and leave vanishing into the thick overgrowth.
Dog of War
A thick fog rolled in from the forests surrounding the battle zone. the fox looked up at him, meekly saying. "private james rodgers... sir." the fox, whimpered in the trench's dank and cold musk.
Industrial Model
He could see a pair of small but powerful pneumatic pistons on either side of it, hooked up to a thick wheel. the wheel, in turn, was attached to a long, thick bar of iron that jutted down.
Day 9 - Ghost
He picked up a handful of herbs from a set of drawers at the back of the room, the strong scent of dried plants piercing through the thick smoke, next came a bowl of gray iron where a viscous green liquid laid.
Keeper of the Forest
Great, thick limbs writhed from the widening trunk, spouting leafy branches as they burst into open sunlight. and beneath him the great, thick roots plunged into the earth, tunneling through soil as they enlarged their foundation.
Of Satyr and Gods Pt. 2
He gestured to the thick trees behind him, and the girl had to agree that they did look particularly menacing. they were weaved together like the thick roots of mangrove swamp plants, or skeletal fingers...
WOLVES MIST - Chapter 5(.2)
The shifting inner twilight of the thick drifting and moving fog seemed to hide menace and teeth in its confines.
The Flower of Scotland
Grandpa glared at me through his squinted eyes, barely visible through his thick red and white brustly squirrel fur.