pelicanvore.txt
The parents would search for their little girl but there would be no trace of her. they did see the pelican but no one could ever think a pelican would eat a human child. so they left it be.
Conversion 2: Coming and Going
Following your traces should be easier than locating theirs." he sipped his beer again. "i hope." "well, if your friends are trustworthy and competent, we'll be able to figure something out."
The Gift of Choice
Teri waited for him to continue, and the mighty scaly traced one claw idly down his shoulder, making him shiver and he looked at him with concern.
Filling the Role - Part 2
At this he moved his thumb up to the fox's lips and traced around them lightly. blushing horribly, tim quickly ducked into the dark room and came back with his bag.
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 8: Gifts Given Freely
He could smell faint traces of lavender and rosemary stitched into the twine. “should i open it now?” he asked, voice low.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 61
Michael sighed, traced the contours of sarah's face, and kissed her on the forehead. "there is absolutely no chance of talking you out of this, is there?" she shook her head. "no chance."
Blood Magic - Act 2
The feather winged dragon had quickly traced marrus's location after receiving the message and estimated that it would take him half an hour at most to get there.
Worms From Spaaaaaace!
Using a light pen, he traced the routes each shuttle would take, then plotted troop movements.
Skybound (SFW)
Your breath catches as their thumb traces the edge of your jaw, testing, exploring... your tail undulates against the concrete, expressing desires you can't voice.
Sky Dogs
One, single claw mark traced its way in concentric circles, forming an endless spiral. the sign.
Scrap: Bad Puppy
James eyed him, tracing the spikes of soft white fur running down his triangular muzzle. his eyes were large and deep brown around jet black and glossy pupils, the difference between the two hues barely discernable.
Return to Vassalized Earth: To the East
There was no mistake, the scent had changed as its owner had aged, but the telltale traces were there. silently, brolath spun around and placed the lion in his hands. “this is for you,” brolath whispered.