How I got my arm
To this day, i don't know what compelled me to press it, what must have been going through my head to the think it was a bright idea. nevertheless, i reached out and pressed it, grimacing slightly as it clicked.
How I Met Silver
- i pressed some of the buttons, in hopes of figuring out how the thing worked. "i wonder what this one does." i pondered. i pressed the last button; a bright light appeared from the d-power.
An Anthro's Tale-Chapter 20-Invitation
I rose and followed my father to the press box. the whole way he had a smile on hos face that i couldn't decode. when we arrived at the press box, we were greeted by two brown haired men in blue suits.
An Experiment in Streetfighting
I pressed into the coyote harder, stopping his momentum completely with my head, and his diaphragm.
Seebi and the Tentacle Chapter 1
A sudden throb pulsed through it before the anomaly pressed through the tip. oh no.
Providince Crumbling towers Chapter 2
Lightair smiled through the pain leaning down pressing his nose up agents the little one nose before pulling back "thank you veronica" the hatching smiled back murring happily.
Cloricia "Tex" Teixeira: Growing up 8 part 1
I stayed to see the introduction and all that, but i quickly went over to the press box for my special meeting. i kinda hated the press box. it was just filled with snobs and other uptight rich people that keep their fur wayyyyyy too clean.
Writing practise #1 - Cold night
I move my aching fingers to get some warmth, my wings pressed against me to protect me from the chill. yet, not even the jacket on my body is enough to keep me warm.
Zootopia :AU CH1: Warmth
When the light changed, and he pressed the gas, he also pressed play on his phone as the music broke over the radio. "_hey jude, don't make it bad.
Suspicious Minds ~ Chapter 3 ~
"now tavien, i want you to delete any photographs that you have of me and my companion from your camera, if you don't then i will delete them for you" tavien at first refuses to cooperate quoting the freedom of the press.
The Redeem: Chapter 9
I asked, pressing my white fur against the cold metal. "no. it- it's locked or something," he said, giving a shove for effect.
Ander - Chapter 3, Subchapter 36
Ander pressed his working hand against the hole in his side, slowing the blood flow, then pushed his forehead against the ground as hard as he could, raising as much of his chest as possible.