My Fursona
Full name: james raptor aka: taurn sex: male age: 5 (17 technical years flashgrown supersolger) birth place: dragon's peak, furga physical description: timber wolf/fennic fox 5' 1'', 94 lbs, grey pelt, no hair, jade eyes, athletic build nervous habits
The Gryphon's Goal: Chapter 1, Part 1
His hands stung, and when he opened his eyes (another nervous habit--he would have to work on that) the soccer ball was in his taloned paws.
Forgotten Ch. 6
A small habit of mine was to just eat bread. nothing on it or in between it. just plain old run of the mill bread. yum. sitting at the table i put down two of the slices and held the one in my hand.
Prayer and Demon 14 - Last Echo
She shouted to diya over her shoulder while running down the road as fast as her habit would allow. diya blinked again, now more than perplexed.
Chapter Nine
habits were habits and there was no reason to break them now.
Well After All
._ _that happened very often, ever since i had fallen into my old drinking habit._ _now i was by no means an alcoholic! oh no, sir! i simply drank to make the pain go away.
Character Bio - Aniro Sukuro
Obsessions/habits: obsesses over missing pages in books; has a habit of sitting in trees when alone; doesn't like being at home when writing.
Ander - Chapter 5, Subchapter 47
It was an old habit of hers to do this whenever someone asked her if she was hurt, or what had happened to her face, or if she had decided to head-butt a tree stump, and the answer she gave was just as much a habit as everything else. "no, i'm fine."
Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 48
It was an old habit of hers to do this whenever someone asked her if she was hurt, or what had happened to her face, or if she had decided to head-butt a tree stump, and the answer she gave was just as much a habit as everything else. "no, i'm fine."
No Frills: Napstar
He developed a habit of greedily keeping anything he could, and food became a perfect symbol of this as it was the only thing he really could keep indefinitely: once food was eaten, it was his forever. he kept this habit for life.
Robin Epilogue
The tigress, who had (after quite a lot of persuasion) finally abandoned her habit frowned and let out a heavy sigh. "i'm sorry, robin... it's just... old habits, and all...
The new kid
Owen clicked away with his glasses balanced oddly on his beak, just showering phil with school spirit and pride, phil played with the black dot on the end of his tail, something born out of habit, a habit brought on by boredom. he didn't care.