Against All Odds: Part 3 - White Lies
With that, the fox silently slinked off, leaving nathan to saunter back to his workstation with a newfound spring in his step. 'oh wow, this is really happening!'
Walt's Imagination: Prolouge
Anyways, so we climbed the stairs together, all slink-like, and at the top there was this door. a regular office door, like you would see downstairs, in the ride. the door was blue, wood with a plastic sheet set into it.
Her Highness
A fox slinked away from the bear, scrambling over to the other side of the cow's throne. she stroked the fox's head, smiling, before addressing him again. "i need the attention. it's what i desire. don't i deserve it?" the temple erupted in agreement.
That's Using Your Noggin
She pulled her phone out of her purse and snapped a photo of the paper before slinking off, leaving alice alone. it was encouraging as well as disheartening .
Balanced on the Knife Edge Ch. 1
Your kind are all the same: spineless adders slinking through the grass." nusha pulled out her dagger and aimed for the girl's throat. contract be damned, she would not be insulted like this. a loud banging came from upstairs. "open up, svaknal!
Among the Desert sands
Sometimes i have to run past them or slink around them. if they were blind idiots it'd be far too easy to boast over, but i've had gambits fail as often as they've succeeded. but what was there in the city?
Bahamut's Light: Chapter 31
Growled the dragon in an affectionate manner, slinking to arcturus with an amused gait.
Scales and Honor: The Shattered God: Chapter 12
Jeriah was the last to join them, slinking in without his usual attire. gone was his armor, the man only clothed in a simple blue tunic and grey trousers.
Strained
Regardless, he offered kurt nothing more than a hateful scowl, not once taking his eyes off him until he'd slinked over to and disappeared out of his bedroom door.
The Prince and the Thief
I don my new attire, snagging my gifts for derkeethus before slinking into the kitchen.
Scales and Honor-Night Rising: Chapter 2
“good night, night rising…" “good night, axton." she replied, slinking back to her bed and curling up on herself, placing her tail over her snout once again.
My Little Huntress (WIFWOLF)
I slinked between trees and through brush until i was sure i had him right where i wanted him, yet as i finally gained sight of my prey it was not a buck i saw, but a woman." \>"a woman? a shapeshifter perhaps?"