FAMILY UNION
Once he was finished, he looked again at the human, who was wearing a weathered trenched coat, dirty, but not old shirt. worn jeans with a few holes in them and one shoe, black. looking again at the humans feet, he saw an artificial foot, or is it a paw?
Supersizing a Superhero
Lowering his free hand, he ran it over his abdominals, now divided by trenches several feet deep, each individual muscle swelling beneath his touch with each breath he took. then he remembered what was still clutched in his other hand.
Furry High Chapter 1
I wear a long black trench coat and black ripped pants with chains attached to them, i have black dyed hair with neon green tips. i was an orphan until the age of five, thats when my mother adopted me. she's a kind hearted fox...
Memories of Summer
This trench is filled with rats, gangrene, mud. choking, drowning mud. maybe i'm being overly pessimistic. everyone else seems to be jingoistic, full to the brim with patriotism. happy, even.
Vadim, Chapter 12: It All Stops Here...
"trench coats off guys, its go time. pavel, get your explosives ready. sig, gear up, we'll be dropping you off in about five minutes. phil, i hope you are ready for this shit."
The Gourmand
He had to dig his muzzle deep into some of the trenches to get every last drop of it before letting out a huge belch. a rumble echoed though his body when he realized he had come nose to tips with his tail.
A Giant Problem VI
I watched him for a moment, then knelt down and carefully sifted through some of the dirt in the trench. "carefully, boy, carefully!" he called. i nodded and continued to search.
Crawl On Your Belly
He did see the flashes of guns from around him all the way down the trench, occasionally seeing the voice's owner firing off shots. but he could not truly see his face.
Honor Above All Else chapter 7
Striding right into the building, kitt's form fitting trench coat flowed gracefully around him.
Acolytes of the Apocalypse | Prologue - Part I | "The Manipulator"
The human adjusted his position against the aged wooden pole and returned the time-piece into a pocket in his trench coat. the downpour of rain slowly began to lighten, not that he cared.
Family Ties
“your trench coat too?” “maybe? i don’t know, but we have to try to fit in, alright?” cim gave a smile. “plus, we can always return them later.” chris rolled his eyes. “okay, fine.”
Chapter 17
The ragged looking trench-coat flapped in the breeze as craig held out his arm, the sleeve instantly rippling, a stream of the black liquid gathering in his hand, stretching out and into the form of his scythe.