Grimscale the Druid.
He thought as his powerful paws pounded the earth, catapulting him forward with steady rhythm and speed, following the savory scent of a female.
Singing Land
Think of these things in such a manner and you will not want to destroy them - for these make up the cycle of life that made us all, and is the rhythm of the singing land".
Doomsayer
Panicked mumbles grew to a rumble, drowned out only by that which rolled on and on in its steady, constant, loudening rhythm. the doomsayer outside tirrell's apartment continued, shouting at all who might listen of the fate set to befall them.
Presto - Chapter 7
The wolf's heart was just starting to return to nomal rhythm as he stood back up. "well, that's good, i would hate if she hated me." _like, y'know, that damned opossum._ "no, i mean i think she _likes_ you." crickets.
Inside Out: Prologue
It helped for keeping pace and rhythm, as well as meditation.
End of My World 5
I moved closer with each consecutive no, until i sat down in the swivel chair and promptly started to spin to the rhythm of our 'conversation' "no." "yes." "no." "yes." "ruh-roh." i had gotten too dizzy and fallen off the chair.
the alley
She spotted billy dancing over by the speakers, which were emitting a pounding bass rhythm. she walked over to him and after grabbing the attention of the otter, started to lead him to the back were they could talk.
Chapter 3.1 And now for something new!
Fingers tapping against the table in rhythm as i thought and thought. what did i know about that woman who died? she liked to garden, working with her own hands and despite the short time she was with arnold, had managed to create multiple gardens...
An Air of Remembrance
I can't seem to get into a rhythm when it comes to sex scenes. i stop and stutter and backtrack and it's resulted in files sitting in my computer for months with little headway. so. i decided to begin this.
Their Chasm
It was a familiar rhythm, and it soothed the cheetah. before he knew it, he was half way down. at the midpoint, he paused and looked around. the chasm was large and empty.
The Crime
Farther off, a bird pecked at an old tree, the noise a staccato baseline to the tune, lending it a deep thrumming rhythm. milyi rose without thought, allowing the sounds to guide her.
Gut punching beating
Elliot rushed at the resting wolf, and punched him rhythmically in his belly changing from left to right paw every two hits, he could only moan in pain to the rhythm ''ugh ugh, oof off!'' elliot: geez, at least try you punchable pillow....