Realms of Fantasy Chapter 8: Prison Break
If i remembered correctly, he put the money in a pouch and put it on his belt. probably that one that looks like it's about to burst with how full it is.
Duet, Duel, Dessert, Date, Dragons
Atlas reached down to his flight harness and flipped open his coin pouch to take out a single gold coin that was, like a drakken currency, similar in shape and size to a dragon scale.
The Imaginary Mage
Anzou nodded but macchias started digging through his robe and produced a small leather pouch similar to the one that anzou had carried his fire tricks in.
Uskara Tales II: Gwendolyn Espris (Part I)
She sighed as she put the flier away and rifled through another pouch on her belt to pull out a map.
Broken Wing Fledgling
The carrier pouches were sleek and fitted against her body, while the straps were lightweight and comfortable against her scales.
My Boyfriend is a Werewolf: Chapter 16
He was immediately hugged tightly, and he looked down at the steaming beef stew pouch that she held against his stomach. he grabbed onto the pouch, and she released it giving a satisfied grin.
Out There
He leans on a staff of stout oak that features bands of steel on either end with a belt of many pouches including a quiver of arrows holds up a green leather kilt that covers his nether region but allows his wolf like tail to wag freely.
Wanderer (Sec. 1)
The female wore only a black cloak, a pouched belt, and a crystal bauble about her neck, and as she walked toward him, he could see that woven into her white fur were black stripes, like those a tiger are covered in.
Dungeons & Adders CH6
"yes mistress.", the ferret said, taking the pawful of coins he'd earned for the day, slipping them into his belt pouch.
My Fursona
Neutral weapon: short saber, .44 automatic, shalnara's vengeance (large knife with knuckle guard) clothing/armor: knight's creation officers cape (very poor condition) custom emmon armor designed for use by a clara host equipment/items: wheatstone, ammo pouches
Flowers For Serath #3
He holds the pouch full of chamomile tea to his nose, taking a deep breath pausing for a moment as he let the vapor sit in his lungs. he notices a few fox cubs playing in the river splashing water at each other in the evening light.
Trusting the System (Otherwise Untitled)
"i thought your folks'd have enough trouble with just the pouch, so i decided to not make them worry about searching to many clothes." ~ the jackalope, missing her left antler, remained dubious.