One of a kind: chapter 1
his eyes onyx black, with a black spot just under his right eye. his long and sharp fangs shown in his smile, portraying all but ferociousness.
A Drop in the Pool
The metal spikes at his arms obliterated his wrists, severing his hands from his body and relinquishing them into the abyss.
Broken Words: Chapter 2
his heart was pounding like a hammer in his chest, and he was sure that it alone could pull francis from his deep sleep, but he didn't move his hand as he stared at the blackness behind his eyelids.
The Rolling Tides
his arms sagged, muscle buried under a bit of fat, and his belly poked through the bottom of his shirt. even his haunches wobbled a bit as he walked. he had long since come to terms with his size...
A day at work
Squinting his eyes the canine looks about his surrounding ears perked high over his skull firstly not understanding it at all, then in a moment of realisation his jaw drops, eyes wide and his ears pinning back against his skull, the tent he can't out of being
Another Pack Ch.1: Evenescent thoughts (FD)
One of his furred hands came up to his face, wiping away some of his black hair from his face, the pads on his fingertips running against what skin he had and he let out a soft "murr", the touch exiting him slightly.
The BBQ
There was no way he could take on both his dad and his bastard of a friend. he had to keep his focus, and so his eyes shifted back to his father. "this is what you call a friend?
A Much Needed Break
They started with his upper thighs and proceeded down his legs, making sure to wind around his knees and even his calfs.
Breaking Free
his head spun, his shoulder ached, and bruises burned all over his body. where am i? this doesn't smell like home... he thought. as he opened his eyes his throat tightened. suddenly he could feel ropes pressing against his fur. he realised where he was.
Grow-tion
He placed his hand to his chest, physically observing how his heart was beating a mile a minute.
Ander - Chapter 4, Subchapter 1
Or reason, all tinted with the black-red haze of his hatred, his fury, and his hunger.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book IV Chapter 16
It was a drop of his saliva, hanging on a sticky, wet natural rope of his mouth that was attached to the tip of his lolling tongue from his opened maw.