Kobold Krafts (in the sky)
With practiced ease, tolly flipped bread-covered chicken strips into a pan, working the hot slab of metal as skillful as any chef.
Wifwolf Hates The Piano
\>from the kitchen, a chicken cutlet slapped the pan and gave a loud sizzle on impact. \>"she's cookin up some chicken..." he sang raspily. \>anon cleared his throat and tickled the next chord.
Zodiac, Chapter 1
She was fresh out of purina chicken chow. she poked around and found a box of stale corn flakes. well, chickens ate corn, so why not?
Dreams: Chapter 3
I was in luck when i found something titled "basic italian chicken" ingredients - 2 pounds skinless, boneless chicken breast halves - cut into strips - 1 tablespoon olive oil - 2 cloves garlic, minced - 3/4 cup dry white wine - 1 cup cherry tomatoes
Stories From Elton High | Chapter 28
Once the chicken is ready, we sit down and share a nice family dinner. "oh, i almost forgot." i'm halfway through my chicken before i remember. "i got a letter from lakeforest!" "an acceptance letter, i hope."
Ardring - Chapter 1
Zerrif yawned, stepping out of the backdoor of his house, avoiding stepping on chickens as they scurried by, heading to the coop.
Dragon In The Lunch Room.
I sliced the chicken into even strips, careful and precise. sunflower oil was heated in the pan until it shimmered.
Dream of Power - Story Commission
He grabbed pieces of chicken with both hands. they all giggled as he ate a bite from one piece of chicken in his left hand, then a bite from the piece in his right. he hardly stopped chewing.
The Life of Another - Chapter 34
"i don't blame him, chickens do have a rather potent stench about them. and you did tell him that the rooster wouldn't be needed until later. i wouldn't want that thing stinking up my house either." "i know." replied kathryn.
An unusual friend (vore, wolf/cat)
chickens wanted to closest yard to him but they didn't seem overly interesting this morning.
Dragon In The Suburbs.
Uh, alys, remember when i said he wanted chicken strips? that's, like, a brand. i didn't mean strips of chicken.” he ate his own but watched the youngest cautiously. “i-it’s fine. i’ll cook it for you, jarys.” “cook it?”
Murder at the Speed of Life, part 2
"no... but my chicken had gone bad last night." "bad chicken?" "bad, as in _evil_." "that's great!" beamed quinn. "then you'll solve this case in a flash." he unscrewed a plastic vial and several tablets rolled onto the desk. "dexies?"