Blind Date Part I
After thoroughly ridding himself of all the water he can from his fur, he grabs his brush and starts grooming, careful not to harm his crotch.
Love is a beautiful thing pt. 3
"_ **kei looked at shiro, still brushing the males' head hair gently. "huh...shiro.." he felt shiro's hand on his cheek "s-shiro.."
NM #13 ~ Window
Even when finished with brushing, he couldn't help but scrutinize his reflection for several minutes until the awareness of movement behind him broke his fixation. "morning sweetie."
The Serpent Curse - Kiah Meets Critter
Australian outback - dawn kiah's pupils shrink into focus as a sudden rustle from the brush pulls her awake. she watches in snake vision, spotting a bearded dragon looking around aimlessly, like he doesn't know where to go.
Thanksgivin' Dinner
Vess chuckled as he stood in the mirror brushing his fur out. "it wouldn't be your thanksgiving without it, eh?"
Tolkien's Fox
The fox made his way through the brush and the trees on his nightly hunt and forage. his mate was full with kits and he needed to provide.
Living as a Skunk: chapter five
Where's my tail brush?!" i yelled from upstairs "in the medicine cabenet, next to your toothbrush! just where it's always been!" she yelled up the steps. "oh" i run to the bathroom and grab my tail brush and toothbrush, and pack them away.
Les Animaux Confeiture
A sound louder than normal, a break in the air causes the brush to scatter and the berries to taste like iron.
Story Starter Scene #1: "Dynamite"
She took a seat and brushed off a small flame that had started on her shoulder pad. "it's so, uh, nice to finally meet you," i stumbled through my sentence. "i was starting to, uh, think you weren't gonna show."
Betrayal at it's Finest
With one of my claws i brush a lock of hair away from her face. then using the pads of my fingers i close my dear friend eyes for the last time brushing the back of my hand across her soft cheek as i pulled it away.
The Ballad Of Drunken Santa
The ballad of drunken santa (12/25/2018) late at night one christmas eve, i brush the dust off of my sleeve, button up the navy blues, a uniform worn by the few, holster gun and grab my keys, step into the frigid breeze, driving in
Changing Relations (part one of three)
Whereas his father brushed her aside as the lower-class taur that she was, which alyssa knew and understood even at a tender age, sandor saw her as an equal.