The Lead Crown: Ch 7a, Un-Escaping (Pt 3)
Without even looking up from the desk drawer he was riffling through, the fox greeted her with a very courteous "good evening, your highness." "find what you were looking for?" he slowly closed the drawer and turned around to face her.
Episode Five: MAABB
Her back riffled and she wobbled in the dive, leveling out and making like an arrow toward dark end of the arena. _alone...with a milker._ she angled lower and felt the rush of air, the sweep of velocity across her feathers.
Early Withdraw
The tellers riffled through their tills and poured the contents into the bag, passing it amongst themselves before they started to hand it back to the man with the gun. when he didn't take it immediately the tellers looked at each other.
The Going Forth Of Uadjet
Her mind churned and her belly scutes riffled over soft silt. the rich soil that brought life to the region, that brought life... the last breath had tasted of life. uadjet stifled a surging of hope. not that. ra hadn't possibly meant that, had he?
Starfox: Needin' Some Lovin' Ch 9
Slippy nodded, then he reached down and grabbed his blaster riffle he had with him and hit fox hard in the head with the butt of it. "move it, mammal scum!" slippy ordered loudly, gesturing for fox to climb out of the ship. fox was impressed.
Chapter Seventeen (Wendell)
I do have my pocketknife, but what goes is that against psycho furs possibly with riffles? "are we gonna be ok?" todd asks. "of course. we're gonna fight like hell for our freedom." i kiss his head and he murrs.
Encounter At Kirk's Rock
Wes lowered his riffle, and spit a mouthful of dust onto a stone that was happy to start sizzling.
World in Conflict Ch 5 U-2
A group run after him fireing off shots from riffles and shooting crossbow bolts. just as samuel drew their attention jackson and his team make it under the bridge unseen.
A Chronicle of Lies - Chapter 1: Ayrlon Weeps
Scholars riffled through pages and lost themselves in old transcriptions. but down here, there was only silence. the table thal'rin sat at was small, basic, and it resided in the middle of a large archway carved into the stone.
Fleet Troubles, pt 1 (Otherwise Untitled)
Flenir liked it this way; it was as if he could hide his shame as he riffled through the stack of notes and papers. he must be missing something, or doing some math wrong, or using the wrong diagnostic script, something.
Beast
His hot breath riffled the fur of her cheek. she opened her eyes on a row of curving yellow teeth, the wrinkled lips of the grizzly, fully enraged. "brout!" she tried, but his nose dropped and the eyes that gleamed at her had no feeling left in them.
TIme of War Chpt 3
.| #### in the corner of the armory spark sat, cleaning yet another riffle. other than the sound of the knife running along the wet stone, and spark cleaning, the room was dead silent.