Exchange, Part 1
He raised a paw and his reflection raised a hoof. he didn't notice that simba's reflection was a lion. at last, bambi broke the silence. "i'm not a deer, am i?" he asked. simba couldn't bear to look over his new form.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book X Chapter 4
It was a canine scratching the back of his ear, his own reflection was mimicking the tick. the tick he learned, tick that meant that things didn't go as planned.
Twilight of the Gods (Chapter 15, Book7)
Conner turned the mirror towards james and dawn so they could see a white-haired asian woman in the reflection. "believe me now?" "conner, please this is an emergency!" the boy turned the reflection about and gazed into it. "i'm here.
Cafe (SFW)
Some minutes later, the glass reflection distorted as the front door of the cafe opened and the two men stepped through.
Dante's Reminence
The bright moon reflected on its mirror surface. he looked up at the moon, turning his body so he floated on his back. he floated with the silent flow of the river, thinking back about how many times he looked up at the moon.
Sexist Windows
I stared at my reflection in the window, darkened from the thunderstorm raging outside. my light green eyes looked back at me.
Dragon RP-Dragon Character Creator
Also note that the breed of he dragon reflects it's environment and that some breeds are drakes,meaning they have no wings,but these breeds make up for it by being extremely fast.
Getting Better
As they trudge through the rain the body and countenance of the bird is reflected in windows and puddles, each eliciting a sigh turning their head one way and the other to avoid seeing their own reflection which most would consider a shame as he is by no means
FantastaGirl: Origin
Mary stared wide-eyed at her reflection. she looked perfect, even more so than normal. a pinnacle of canine health and beauty. "h-how...?" "we're wondering that, too.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book X Chapter 1
The cheetah noticed the differently colored eyes rising in the reflection to look at her.
The Sound of Neon
All those flat surfaces reflect the sound so well. i can pick out every bend in the neon's tubing. i see the same ghostly afterimages of the message everywhere i turn my ears: "buy donuts," it says.
Poem: Last Dance Of The Wolves, Their Soul Rest
Let the calls of their traveled reflect within your soul, revealing the chains of past no longer bind you within the darkness within, open the doors of new and walk the path of peace.