Embers of Dawn: Chapter 8: Gifts Given Freely
Lyra and pyretalon flipped lazily through theirs, feathers brushing as they leaned close.
Son of a Dream
She brushed the feeling away, and lightly, innocently, pointed at the distant rocks behind her.
Invisible Tears
The doctor replied as the brush was removed from my paw. i soon found another one of the objects and this one was far more recognizable than the brush.
Journey to another world ch25
"after a good long bath, i'm going to brush your fur until it shines." she gave me a happy bark and we made our way to the pokemon center.
Winter's Palisade Chapter 5
The shaking of brush breaks up my thoughts and i glance to see what's disturbing the brush. a lithe fur walks out of the brush and strangely,casually walks over to me and stands there with a nonchalant look of indifference. "um,help?" i ask.
Who's in the mirror?
“i am donitelo ganter,” he said, picking up the brush. “i am donitelo ganter,” he repeated, brushing his fur. over and over, while preparing for the day, he would repeat the same phrase, “i am donitelo ganter.”
Bod's Day Off
Huffing at the state he was in, bod eventually shut the water off, and turned his attention to the cylindrical buffing brush that took up the centre of the large washroom.
Beyond The Walls Chapter 6: The Days End
Octavius said as he brushed past the three, giving them a small wave as his walk gave way into a jog. apparently he was growing late to wherever he was going. the three continued on home. alduin and silver recounted the day's events to tasha.
City of Light: Chapter 55
He grimaced, his fingers working the brush through the gryphon’s black and white fur. “lucky the shield didn’t rattle your brain.” “i meant to speak with you about that.”
Central City Trilogy: Wishes - chapter 4 The Power of the Namer - 4.7
They flinched, brushing against a branch and making a faint sound. it was a young gray wolf with mismatched eyes—one blue and one brown—his fur a mix of black, brown, and white, evidence of shedding season.
Mistakes Happen
Twinkle was brushing her mother's mane. "that feels very good sweetie. where did you learn to brush like this?" twilight murs happily as her eyes close. "i learn from you mommy." twinkle smiled and keep brushing her mother's mane.
Signs of Love
Cocking the hammer back on his rifle, he aimed it at the brush and slowly edged toward the brush. he got to the brush and carefully used the rifle barrel to move the brush over to poke and prod to see what it was.