Hybrid: CH 2: Honor Bound
She could feel her pounding heartbeats, a rhythm of four as she imagined his eyes staring. she could hear steps as he moved, possibly approaching.
Chemistry
As the music began playing, the deep bass drums and the steel-string guitar all in a familiar 3-2 rhythm of the claves the wolf began feeling chemical reactions within him as he talked enrvously to the she-wolf, dancing feverishly to the band.
Chapter 4: Changes
Along with the swirling bright lights, a deep thrumming came from deep inside the machine, my chest resonating with it's rhythm. gradually, almost without my noticing it, the lights increased their tempo, almost strobing in my eyes.
The Wolf That Danced
Whilst other furs souls were concerned for each other, the wolf's seemed to seize the rhythm and instead was a party with it. the avian lifted his feet from his stool, talons clacking as they clenched into the ground. he had made up his mind.
Perceptional - Pt 2: Jaildoor
**jale** _chop_ _chop_ _chop_ across the pine forest echoed the sound of axe meeting wood in a steady rhythm. tucked away in a small clearing stood a log house, from which the sound emanated.
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".
Icicle Caverns
I pant heavily as i dashed into the cold cavern, the icicles and clear crystals that lined the walls, floors and ceilings twinkled slowly in an unheard rhythm. the sounds of water hitting shallow puddles resounded throughout the entire cave.
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.
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.