Coyotes On A Riverbank
Paw put down his, well, front-right paw onto the icy riverbank and it cracked below him. paw instantly pulled his paw back and shook it off. "oh, okay then," said paw, grinning, "anyhoo..."
Blood Part II
" * * * nyana and i padded down to the icy river beside our territory. she was my mate. she was also one of my companions that storm weaker packs. you join, or work for us as slaves, or you die.
Thursday Prompt (Ruin)
The land that her icy eyes rested on was razed by wildfires, leaving a handful of kindling that used to be gigantic trees and burnt patches of flowering fields.
Prisoner's Lament
He marched over to the water, his tail far from clean, and slipped into the fray, icy waves touching him like cold liquid fingers as he slid under. _if there's ever a way to get out of this,_ the prisoner lamented, _i can't find one.
The Lead Crown - Personal Break
Not even the chill from the icy water could hold back the rat's ever growing need for some proper rest. rhys fished out a towel and hasted no time to dry off and comb out his fur again.
Crow Hunter, The Lich King
I look up from the frozen ground and see the ruins of a once great empire, now reduced to an icy wasteland with no life and no sign of my minions.
Depths of Myself
Number of things that are wrong, because no one is up where i perceive you, no one lives on high looking down upon anyone else, you sink in your own hole and have nowhere to run, but your fake reality that you created, so the cold nights wouldn't be so icy
The Taste of Lonleniess
A lone hare stood in the icy wind of the mountain. the whole world laid below him the green of the forest and the blue of the sea. yet something was missing from his life, he did not realize it but something was missing.
The Mayonian Pack- Chapter 5
Losing his balance he went sliding down the icy hill that was to his right. the gray wolf seized me up by the scruff of my neck. i was a big pup, but the task seemed effortless to him. in fact, the whole routine seemed mundane, almost rehearsed.
The White Ones
A simple hexagon etched on my shoulder, shimmering in a pale, icy blue. they'd all the right reasons to be scared. i know i'd be if i were them. nobody had every woken up one day and found themselves to be a child of the moon.
Sun to Stars
The icy wind manoeuvred around the base of the tree's trunk and harried his fur yet he fought through it. he pulled his limbs closer to himself and began to shiver. something soft, something warm and leather-like brushed along his hip. a nose.
Chapter 18
"deeeaaad," the voice crooned, icy tendrils wrapping around craig's wrists as he continued to dig, "gooone fooreeeveer!" "n-no...no, no, no, no!"