Dr. Whooves: Chapter 3 : Unfeeling Stone
The doctor left them with that statement to think on as he went about stashing the small pouch. " now that letter. how much did i tell you? and how many years were you sent back?"
Shadows
Corking the vial and putting it back in its pouch, nyx carefully picked up the now coated throwing daggers between her fingers, two in each hand.
Berserker Part 1: Joining The Pack
One of them took a pinch of something from one of the pouches on his belt and waved it beneath my nose. the bitter smell cut instantly through my bloodlust and i felt my body go limp.
Mizalin-on-Sky: Hiking and Hunting
She slipped the second crystal into her collection pouch and ran off the path again to resume her hunt.
Mizalin-on-Sky: Hot Spring Soak
The back pouch with the crystal in it was too large to fit into the slot on top of her harness, so jarzyl had to remove the basket and squeeze her pouch into the slot first, before sliding in the basket after it, leaving the basket protruding slightly from
Juryokine: Chapter Fifteen
It makes a pouch if you wrap it around yourself right. if you get caught, you run away. when you've broken their line of sight, you take off the jacket, fold it up, and tuck it into the pouch underneath your shirt.
Waning Heart Ch. 3 - Therapy
Exclaimed the pudgy pink pokemon wearing a white hat with a red plus sign on it and carrying an egg in its pouch. she had a clipboard in one of her arms. "i'm sherry, your nurse and personal therapy chansey."
Quite a Mouthful
He adjusted his head slightly, and he felt the liquid pressure built up in his pouch jiggle around uncomfortably.
Heritage
He checked to be sure that his pouch was sealed tight before diving into the river. the cool mountain glacier-fed waters were exhilarating.
Shurima Desert...
I haven't seen water in a couple of days, and my pouch is almost empty. good news is, i've trekked half of the distance i need too and i'm already getting close to getting out of here. it sucks here i swear...
The Wolf and the Tigress
Panicky that it would bolt the wolf pouched at the deer. he fell short hitting his muzzle and front legs on a wide root of a thick old oak tree. the tree shook and a rotten mangled branch fell trapping the wolfs front right paw.
A Journal of the Plague Year
He found that if he put enough jumping beans into the pouch of his jockey shorts that he could be happy all day, and no one would be any the wiser.