The Werewolf Tooth
Once they looked ready, he took the pot off the stand. he offered it once more to pierce but he waved it off. instead pierce got up and walked around, stretching his legs. simon ate his main course straight out of the pot.
Clown Mare 1-2
The maiden walked back to dinner room, walked to grand duchess light heart, used her left hoof, poured the tea pot into the small cup, walked to the prince, poured the tea pot into the small cup. "do you wish to have some tea dear?" "of course."
Winters Warmth - Chapter I
He said gruffly, taking the pot off the fire and making his way to the door. when he opened it he was greeted by the familiar figure of a sergal. “kendra, come in.” he ushered her toward the fire. “hello, tom.”
Friendly Fledgling (with Fungus)
He strolled off to go fetch the next potted plant.
The Ultimate Prey
Curling my body around the pot, i idly dropped my makeshift potholders as i inched the cover of the pot up, a whispy spray of steam billowing from the crack as it opened.
Wolf River - Chapter 1
He failed to find it and with a shrug, he scooped the pot full of snow and set it on the stove, adding more as the snow in the pot melted down.
Feeding Time
"if you want you should bring some to the pot-luck." "pot- luck?" "yes. every sunday afternoon everyone in the building makes something and we share it in the common room. dr. tennant says it's a way to encourage community among all of us."
A Biography of a Human: "Swaddled in Cloth of Gold"
He cried out as he jumped up with a jolt, arms recoiling backward and flinging a pot that was in his hands up in the air "oh no, my pot!" the bear shouted out as he frantically flung him arms around to catch the pot.
Wild Rose Country - Chapter 12
It was several minutes before the water and the t-shirt fragments within the pots had cooled to the point where they would not burn me. concentrating on other things, i reached in the pot and grabbed the largest remnant of my shirt with my right hand.
"Family Tails" - Chapter 3
Lupina asked, holding up the coffee pot. "yep, all ready. i'll set that on for you," he replied.
Anthro Cuisine
He opened the door and the smell of burned garlic rushed out, it was enough to make me gag, and put the pot in there, closing the door while he rested outside._ _his rest only lasted a few breaths and he opened the door up, taking the pot out, and heading
All that Glitters: The Lost Tongue
Obviously, it was not built to be a cooking place: the iron peg the pot hung on was driven into the middle of a faded, soot-obscured relief sculpture. another pot, perhaps half the size of the cauldron, hung over the fire.