Routine Maintenance
A full exo-spine travelled from the cap of his cranium down the metallic ridge on the back of his neck, across his back and to the fully encased tip of his tail.
"The Thin Line," Part TT
Neither the wolves on their ridge, nor we at the banks of the river, expected what came next.
"The Thin Line," Part V
I could see, even with a quick glance, that it had ridges carved into it, and there were splashes and the remnants of what looked like a glass ampule still jammed in one end of the ridge.
Rocky Mountain Times (Chapter 5)
What do you do in ridge?" asked jen. "i opened up an architecture firm with a friend of mine from school."
Fallout - Prologue
That meant one of the skiers had gotten into a slide or avalanche after going over the ridge. but that couldn't be right, when she checked the direction of the signal source, it was in the wrong direction, closer to back the way she came.
Maycor
Atlas raised an eye ridge. "_you_? they trust _you_ to take care of a hatchling? you can barely even take care of yourself without getting into some sort of trouble!" he muttered.
Nightmare (Hueroc/Ellora)
So many of the dragon's features were familiar--the curved horns, the thick ridges down his spine, the fin running along the underside of his neck, the tough armored scale, especially thick at the shoulder and the ridges of his brow...
San Leschukhu de san sel De Hahulia
He sat down beside her on her blanket, idly stroking the bone ridges set along her spine. the glowing embers of the campfire were still emitting some warmth, and pula poked at them purposefully with his spit stick.
An Untitled Literary Reference
He put the half-moon glasses back on the ridge of his nose and looked out the window a stray hand stroking his thick beard as he ponderously looked out at the strip of greenery that was a few blocks away from his 8th floor apartment.
Memories (OLD STORY): The Temple
A fast voice yelled as a yellow dragon with purple horns and ridges came into the room. "i think she is self explanatory." terrador told the yellow dragon, who looked at cynder, who was nuzzling wind with her nose. "what sorcery is this!
A Bronze Rising: Investigative Dragon
My eye-ridges raised and i snorted into the air. lowering my head so my nose snuffled against the dirt, i caught the scent of another human. one who i did not know. the human around me were looking with wide eyes, much like rabbits.
Grimscale the Druid.
A thick soft mane of black and brown flowed evenly from a bovine head; braids coiled around a thick neck and down to the rise of a massive chest, one resting lazily along the ridge of a clavicle.