Pledged in Blood - Part Three
He gave his head a violent shake, then dropped onto his haunches to rub his beak between both front paws. blue jay worked his beak a few times, squawking and warbling.
Kobold Krafts (in the sky)
A talon rose to tap on the edge of tolly's beak, at the fleshy lip that began where her beak terminated. "ah." blushing, yelz finally sank her tiny fangs into her own chicken strip, devoid of sauce. and moaned.
Darkened Skies: Prologue
She slathered her beak with a sweep of her tongue. "i did say i was hungry." she smirked as she watched the steam curl up from the food, wrapping it's way around her beak.
Pledged in Blood - Part Two
Sparrow clicked her beak a few times.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Twenty Seven
Revaramek leaned forward over the gryphon’s back and snatched his beak in a paw. he unsheathed a single claw, and tapped it once against chir’raal’s beak. “beak torture!” “no!” chir’raal thrashed beneath the dragon, trying to get free.
Soundtrack to a Vacant Life
\>stabbing a piece of what seemed to be steak, you raised it to your beak, biting down on the meat and sliding it off the fork. \>flicking your head back, you let the cube tumble down your beak, swallowing it.
Scales and Honor: The Shattered God: Prologue
His beak wavered in the air, "i'd rather not spent the time blathering my beak away." "ya look like a mess." her fingers traveled to between his head, pulling the gryphon to nuzzle into her touch.
Chapter Seven: Ptero and Agatha
#8 of the land before time xv: the sharp beak prince ptero doesn't like his mother's heavy hand meanwhile, at the home of the sharp beaks, ptero wasn't having anywhere near as much fun. "mother, can i please leave the nest and go exploring?"
Raindrop Prelude
The robin's head was bobbing hungrily again, and its beak was stretched grotesquely wide, searching for food, any food. gingerly, the weasel kit poured a little sand into the beak.
The Tastiest Noms - for Zay
I couldn't help but lick my beak in anticipation again, a wet slopping sound splashing around my fleshy maw. i could feel the drool moistening up my fleshy beak-hinge.
Night of the Pooltoy Cockatrice
The cockatrice's beak squished in against the rainbow gryphon's own beak. he could see it - the cockatrice's painted-on eyes! his own widened, and then he squeezeed them shut. he felt some bit of a compulsion to look back, only he managed to resist it.
In Fine Feather: Part One
Our beaks were built for better than their lip-flapping." he glanced at my wings again. "such a shame that too many gryphons are too land-bound to care." land-bound.