Drako's wish, A dragons Tale
I lit it and toke a puff. i exhaled it slowly, savoring the flavor and the feel. it was nice outside. nice and cool and bit a warm in the air. kara walked by and saw me outside. so she came over. "mind if i have a puff on that."
Will They Ever Learn? Part 1 (First story ever!!! :D )
I give a short laugh in return and poof the keys away in another puff of blue flame. switching back to my non-anthro form but staying the same size i turn to carl and ask "fancy a swim?" "yeah!"
Unfamiliar
Finally, after much of the evening had been taken up repairing that mess, kickaha decided that what their campfire really needed was a good puff of fairy dust. for colour, and scent, and sparkles, and all that jazz.
Bottle it Up; Pour it Out
He cups one hand around the foot of the cigar and puffs shallowly to help the flame take to the tightly rolled tobacco. a steady cloud of smoke builds around his snout.
Legend
Lizzy purr at this remark befor she felt them venished in a puff of smoke. last but not least, talk to me about this story.
A day at the office
The head is gone, and a few puffs of plaster dust tell him he was on target. did i..... looking for more targets, he was surprised by the door jerking open and another soldier climbing in the cab with him. "time to leave.
Much Ado About Bluebottles: Episode Two
The crested one stared at her in a way that made her cheek feathers want to puff in embarrassment. she turned away quickly. "nice feathers," he said. shocked, she turned back to find him admiring the red bag. "oh, right."
The Long Haul
Chester shrugged, inhaling another puff from his smoke, "who knows how they hit us? tech these days is probably jumping too fast for this ship to keep up.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book IX Chapter 13
puff. click. puff. her crippled frame pressed against the wall, she slid along it behind until eventually she reached the corner slithering inside like a spider. it was a dead end.
The over indulgance of Mr. Wolf
"that's better" he grinned, his fat head a lump on his ball shaped body, his flabby fingers wiggled at the ends, or rather tops of his arm mounds. the puff of fluff that was his silky tail was almost gone, just slightly wagging on the surface of his body.
The eighteenth whisker on the left is brown
You puff your whiskers out on every yawn. on longer work-filled days, your whiskers wilt, exhaustion softening your features, sleep exerting subtle gravities to lead you to oneiric seas and dreamlike sands.
A Worn Down Lizard
Taking a few more puffs off of his pipe, sunderfoot's warning spells went off in his head. instead of panicking he calmly snuffed out his pipe, setting the crafted wood by his bag.