The Chronicles of Unalight: The Journey
Do they really mean unicorns as in real, living, breathing unicorns with a horn protruding from their heads?
Scale Armor
The transforming avian stared at his reflection as horns started to grow on his head as the scales started to roll down his neck and across his chest.
Pokemon Story - The Crooks and the Krookodile Ch. 2
Big horn! big boss! anyone!!!" it called out. "i got the kid! help me save him!" but it seemed as though help was a ways away.
Wakey Wakey
Rolling her eyes, celestia's own horn began to glow, tugging the pillow which luna had placed over her face away from her sister.
Diary Of a Noodle
Wish i could find a way to change the horns, but i got used to that after a while. the hair thing, no way, not dealing with that for as long as i can.
Serval and Sheep Prologue: Exhibition Match
The jacob sheep, snout now lowered into his chest, violently twists his head to the left, causing his tangled upper horns to steer the ibex's movements and throw him into a loss of balance.
Pokerus Outbreak
Kyle's eye's became more narrow and black as a piercing pain formed on kyle's forehead as a horn a light blue horn formed. his ears became much larger as they became round and rigid.
Sinbad and Hasina Ch. 1 - The Vagabond and the Gryphoness
“what say we head down there tomorrow so i can sell these fur and horns? there you can probably find someone to take you in."
That night Calem fell in love with another guy
Surprised and afraid to fall back, gardevoir clung to his trainer hard, pressing his horn into his back. 'ouch! gardevoir, careful with the horn.
Plain-walker: Chapter 1
"he said he heard a horn?" the guy stuttered and hicced some more. "no, no--not a horn. bloody hell, what's it called..." "a carnyx--a war horn." a new voice--a bitter voice--made ruik's hackles rise. "oh, aye!" the drunkard said. "that was it!
The Job Offer
What looked like an entire clan of little horned, dog-rat urd’thin clustered around a group of tables, sharing food of communal platters. they were the dregs of the world.
A Spare in the Trunk: Coffee Break
Rodil continued to grip his horns, a nervous curl on his muzzle. the rain ebbed and flowed in spurts and the cold was creeping into his shoulders. “you sure you can’t say?” his claws clenched around his horns tighter. “can’t say, can’t say.