Our Story Ch2, New Friends.
The laughing red and grey furball continued rolling around the lawn, until totally worn out they could only lie on the ground panting and laughing. "this is what you call unloading the truck?"
Cry me a Murder, pt 7 - The Other Side of Zero
Altschuler slumped back into his worn recliner, his gaze once again turned to the unplugged tv.
Perplexion of the Lady
Now she could only shelter in the beautiful skirt and blouse she had once worn for them, as her fur soiled those garments with an earthen musk that now remained a part of her as much as her own soul.
"Bedtime" a Sonic The Hedgehog Fanfic
She carried a well worn storybook in her left hand and a big smile on her face. "group hug, everybody!" she exclaimed, as she dropped to her knees and opened her arms.
welcome to verra-part one the destined lovers
His muzzle and goes down lower to what he was wearing his ears and tails tip where, a dark red marking separating the two colors. he was walking along the market streets wearing a chained collor with dog tags of a skull and paw print on it,his headphones worn
Night Woods
Spurs and holsters clicked beneath worn, unkempt dusters. a boy had cried wolf. if only it had been a lie. a dozen of us came up from the south. we were brash; we thought ourselves brave. we were armed; we thought ourselves strong.
Inevitability, part 1
When he had pulled himself over the edge into the shelter offered by the cave, the fear induced adrenaline had worn off; and in response, a sharp pain began to register itself on the palm of his right paw. he though out loud "those rocks are sharp!
New Horse: "Separate Ways"
Outwardly, the clydesdale's expression didn't change from the pleasant smile he'd worn on the drive out of town; his voice remained even and friendly. "sure, that's fine, some other time, buddy.
Gene, the Genial, Substance Lovin' Sheepdog
He's not as massive or defined as his peers, instead sporting a very plump, well-rounded "off-season bodybuilder" look, covered head to toe in a plushy coat of muted whites across his chest and belly and a long swath of worn gray down his back with a cute
Dreamy Downpour
Seams worn to the ground, never the wiser around. success is but a word just out of reach, recess is naught a sword driven into the breach. will i ever find love, the dove of mankind? would i never strive, the alcove of joy?
Unwanted
His eyes were worn down and tired. he ran to his bed and jumped on it, hitting the matress with his fists. he slammed his face down into his pillow. "why..." jake could only muster a whisper from the pillow.
War High: A Fox's Tale; Chapter 1 Part 3
Espicially due to the fact that both the painkillers and the injection he'd received earlier, had worn off by now.