We two: The breakdown
"look, we'll take care of him, maybe he can get us a job, rake in a few quid." "yeah, and simultaneously eat all of our food." "you're being such a pessimist." "and you should be able to see why! our lives are burning before us."
Foxy Date
Claws raked the tablecloth. "i've been to far off cool places, i promise! i used to own a poster showing off venice!"
A Good Old Copper
Gritting my teeth, i raked my fingers through one of my many wounds. it dripped forth fresh blood. grabbing archer's mussel with one hand, i plunged my blood soaked fingers between his lips.
A Bandit's Punishment
Immediately, budd raised the difficulty level and lunged at dusty's feet, gently raking his lapine claws across the soles of his paws. relentlessly, the rabbit proceeded to tickle the living daylights out of the poor coyote.
Chapter 1: Love, Or Not
I collapsed on top of it as the darkness of unconsciousness gripped me, taking away the immense pain that was raking my body.
Servant of Darkness - Ch. 11: Prelude to Darkness
With any luck, perhaps dougal would put dralthin and his master out of their misery and she could continue to rake in the gold from the dwarf while sitting comfortably on her new fortune for years to come.
Fox Trot (Chapter4, Act1, Book3)
Her eyes lowered then lifted, raking over his form and drinking in every little detail. for some reason, she felt drawn to him. "ma chatte, if a picture is worth a thousand words," he turned to face her directly.
The Legend of the FinalGamer 1 - Fugitive Alien
One at his side distracted him enough for the other to bite his tail hard, the raptor screeching in pain before he made a roundhouse kicking motion, his tail slipping from the dog's jaws as his claws raked across its snout.
The Wolf on the Roof
Quietly, i scaled the building and got onto the slopes shingles roof, taking care to spread my weight as to not make too much noise, rolling my fingers in to keep my claws from raking against the shingles and made my way up to one of the smoking chimneys.
Journey
_before the transformation takes, bloodlust reigns, through flesh i rake to gloss the pains._ rarely do i encounter one whose circumstances discard the being in this locale so unfamiliar yet deeply entrenched within your previously functional grey matter.
A New Farmhand In A Very Foreign Land- Part 2: Muscle Magic
“uh…" o.k., i admit i barely know the difference between a rake and a hoe, but even i was pretty sure the stuff she handed me wasn't typical farming equipment.
an unexpected guest
Claws raked on the wooden floorboards of his bedroom and a form jumped on his bed. johann let out a strangled cry.