Emulation Practice: Murder, Part 2
The man possessed mouse-like attributes - long white whiskers, protrusive yet delicate nose, pronounced ears, it all conflicted with the rest of his body, a muscle-stacked legend far from rodential in its capabilities.
A Strange Day Out
The whiskers were utterly still, and there wasn't the slightest sign of breath. "oh, heavens," said the barman to himself. "oh, the poor little fella. the poor, poor little fella."
To Be Somebody...pt3
The dragon lifted one of his whiskers to the marking, "yeah, i am a prince. my name is xiao." "m-my name is cyrno, my lord," cyrno replied, bowing his head in respect. the feeling of awkwardness had not left him.
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 18)
Hafsa's whiskers twitch in unease. what on earth is she overhearing? "i can be there in an hour... of course i will, he's my brother. don't be ridiculous, it's perfectly safe-- the bus is always full, there's no issue."
Five Things
whiskers waggling. "you okay?" "yeah," he said, nodding quietly. "you coughed." "throat itches," was all he said. he was getting a cold. "i'll get you some throat lozenges after work tomorrow."
Some Clear Joy
The mouse's whiskers twitched. his nose sniffed and sniffed. unable to help itself. the lion smiled. field was clutching at his tail again. apologizing. "i'm sorry ...
#PlantDragonProblems
The various people with umbrellas scattered themselves away from the looming whiskered beast the more audible his growls and grunts were.
Crackers Don't Matter
A whisker-twitch. blue-grey eyes ... so gentle. after all he'd endured, still gentle. his innocence back. and ... the love, so evident, and ... and ... ... his arms wrapped round her. and she buried her face and muzzle into his neck-fur.
The Art Gallery | Drake's PoV
He stands too relaxed if he's trying to see if i'm a threat, and his whiskers haven't twitched once. so i think i'm okay, for now. "a lot of them are just college students," he says.
The Analogue Cat
You survive on wits and whiskers for five long years, until your golden, patterned coat is masked by dirt and your perfect ears are nicked. by now the third generation of pets has come along.
The Forest of Change
The cat's whiskers were twitching every few seconds and as they did so kenneth felt odd sensations in his head, "i... i'm the lynx..." the cat's lips moved with his and there was no more doubt, he was the lynx.
Kenapocomoco
His whiskers giving a singular twitch. otter whiskers not being the overly-active kind. "i just waded to my knees. i wiped my foot-paws off on the grass." "tell that to the spaces between your toes," rhine teased, lingering in the open doorway.