Rainy Day
Its hard plastic, rubber, and leather surface commanding a certain air of respect, and of nostalgia she couldn't escape.
Prelude to Adventure
In that moment, ryan saw it: he was rovgar standing in a field, wearing leather armor that was no long pixels. standing a few feet away was tristan, his horns curling majestically around his shining helm as he hefted his mace.
Teddy Bear
Theo dropped the tag, noting the leather strap across his chest. it wrapped him crosswise, terminating at his back, where a wooden sword was sheathed. he pulled the sword from its holster. it was no cookie-cutter plaything.
Chance's Encounters. College day end.
Large german shephard, cut, beat up face in a leather jacket and tight ripped pants. mohawk running down the back of his neck, pierced lip and ears and others parts of his body covered up.
The Beginning: Repetitive Dreams
The difference is i don't feel the heat from the fire, there is no smell of burning leather, and the glass is not shattered. looking to my left what is in the seat sends me into a pit of despair.
Furry Fallout
He had a scar over his left eye; he was wearing black leather pants with a black leather jacket, no undershirt, he had long dark blonde hair that looked like a mane.
Bloodwhisker: Chapter 1 ~A New beggining~
The massive male feline wore a pair of blood red, steel toed combat boots, some jet black, leather pants, and a bullet belt with actaul ammunition.
A Wispa On the Winds.
The stallion said, rapping the drenched leather reigns against the mares muscled neck. with hope in their hearts and her vigor rejuvenated, wispa sprang back into a canter, her breathing labored and unmasked.
Mothers and Daughters
It had been ages since since she had tried on her leathers. would there be a way to make that christmas themed?
Executive decisions 1
He sank down into the plumped-up cushions that had been carefully arranged on the spacious, soft black leather sofa.
Chapter 5
Tearing off her leather bracers to expose the fur on her arms, arc dropped her dagger, her hands were too hurt to hold it anymore.
Enter the Madman
In the living room we have two leather armchairs facing each other, yet adjacent to the noir mantelpiece where a roaring fire was lit underneath on those late, sleepless nights or those frosted cold days.