After Hours
He was garbed in pieces of tanned, soft leather woven together with leather laces to form pants and vest. his eyes, dark and deep, welcomed and calmed, as the smile on his muzzle played gently in the sweet light.
Wolf Brother, Prologue and Chapter 1
He ran his hand over the sleek leather seats and then looked up at jeff in awe again. "do you ride this?" he asked softly.
The Silver Circle, excerpt
He looked well able to handle himself in any situation, unlike many people she'd known who wore ostentatious leather jackets.
Gym Buddies III: Part Three
He asked, holding up the black and white leather. "yes." a moment of silence stood between us. "yes what?" he asked, his fist clenching hard around the strap. "sir," i corrected myself, "yes _sir_."
My Little Sunshine - Modern Mythics P3
I eyed the black leather cuff that had fallen out earlier. there were silvery spikes all around it, and running up the sleeve in little rows.
Scales and Honor: Swirling Storm: Chapter 23
His leather armor was all nice and clean with several signs of slash marks on it's brown surface.
A Challenging Gift
I strapped the black leather and silver gilt piece onto her head. it was quite beautiful and had cost a small fortune. i liked my little jack to look nice when i took him out for the leather fairs after all.
Black Meridian 14: Stage Persona
He was wearing his usual leather jacket, a pair of goggles resting on the top of his head. "uh, what are you doing?" fletcher asked hesitantly. "packing."
In Parties (pt. 3 of Full Transfer)
Instead of sliding into a big cup faced with patent leather, they were anatomically identical to hooves. walking took a bit more of a trot, and made his quadriceps burn, but it was good exercise.
Lakeside Leisure
Last, but not least, were his footwraps, simple things made from patchwork leather strips. in his rush, the fox would have jumped into his footwraps, wrapping the patchwork leather around his boney feet and rough pads as fast as he could.
Barred: Chapter 2
He slipped a paw out and wiped off a cushioned, red-leather bar stool before sliding onto it. the ass of his pants flashed cold against him--wet.
The Life of Another - Chapter 9 (Clean Version)
I swallowed tightly, my blunt claws almost puncturing the fine-grained leather on the edge of my seat. he continued, his voice constrained to a low but resonantly powerful volume.