Distrust CH1: The Beginning
He was molting from stress, seemingly related to his ptsd. all of them had been diagnosed and each were seeing a therapist regularly. it was just regular for the aftermath of...whatever happened at the old house they lived in. but things were looking up.
Rukhgert Stern, the griffin. (Chapter 7)
You molt. or do you want to go home like a scarecrow?'
A Price for Everything pt 2
May your feathers molt and your skin blister! may your beak fall off! may your talons gnarl and become arthritic! you damnable beast!"
Epilogue: Love Me Forever
His feathers hadn't come back as thick since his last moult. his bleary eyes flicked to his thin arm. bringing in the groceries was getting more difficult. he lifted his shirt.
Black Sepia - chapter 8
"how's the molt going?" "nearly done, i think," said aziraphale. the old feathers were all gone, of course, but the new ones were still coming in.
The Adventures of Devlin Mythryll Episode Three: Enter Silver
"well, at least i am not molting. the day was a day that i never want to revisit at all." he turned on the faucet and put his hands through the running water. he felt very depressed. he had not seen devlin in a long time.
A Fallen Bird
With her last molting though, most of the clipped feathers have been replaced. she spreads her wings, stretching them out. they've filled in nicely. her magnificent reds and metallic blue/greens shine in the sunlight.
Deep in the Web
The skin had the same molted pattern as his fur but it didn't look right, like there was no muscles under it anymore. as he watched more of the fur started to fall off, the bald spot spreading quickly down his forearm and to his paw.
Chapter 1
I'm doing my best to make sure it won't molt or anything. whatever happened to that, we're on to something. as for jackie, i just hope she's okay. i wonder if that's short for jacqueline? i think that's a french name.
In The Land of Ancients: Chapter 3
By now the blade was melting into the demon's head, and although when i had lodged the sword there and had failed to hit it's brain, i had made it past its skull, and that's all i needed to do as the molted metal was now dripping on the demon's unprotected
Swarm Front (TF, Zerg)
He could feel his other wing starting to change to match the first one, the feathers molting free to reveling the leathery skin. he could feel the blade pushing free, sharp and ready to be used if it was necessary.
Part One: Verdigris
Rudan turned his head fast, so fast he felt his nerve catch and shoot molted fire through his neck. it hurt, and the scorching pain burned the last of his bravery away.