Paws of Danger
A cry echoing from the trees above the skunkette made her jump back as she narrowly avoided a strike from rhubella's bare paw.
Underfoot
Mike began stroking the other wolf's face with his bare feet. josh shivered as the claws on his toes raked through his face fur. josh was mesmerized by his friend's feet. they were large, possibly a size 10.
Of Satyr and Gods Pt. 1
The conifer forest faded to grey, and the pine needles under her bare feet became as soft as grass. she took a step towards him, then another when he did not stir.
Winter-Ch.1
She knew she had to get up and moving if she ever wanted to live...but her bare paws were struck with the starts of frostbite. her legs felt frozen in place...stiff...she didn't even have feeling in them much anymore.
1:14 Conference #1
Because, clearly you must have knowledge than i do not if you plan on sending _minimal backup_ on a target who could kill any one of us with his bare paws." jenkins began to protest. "but i thought-" "you thought, did you jenkins?
The Mute - Chapter 2: Kyle's House
We walked barefoot on the soft grass, too early to turn brown. the air was a cool 60 degrees (fahrenheit) so we wore our soft sweatshirts, mine green, which matched my eyes, and his red. now being in fifth grade, i had no sense of romance.
Tickled orange
Crunch spies a sleeping crash and he just can't resist playing with his bare feet. evil had been temporarily defeated and crash bandicoot was taking a well earned break. he was lying on a deckchair and enjoying the warm sun.
Galvanized
His own shoes slipping from his paws leaving him barefooted and in a daze. as soon as he tried to collect himself, bruce found himself digging through his own shirt in order to regain his composure.
To Touch and Know
His bare foot-paws bumped against her own. toes touching toes. "only you." a pause. and a breath. "there's ... you're ... " her eyes so close to his, only inches apart, she waited. lids hooded.
Oh Holy Night... Part I
The girl was probably a college cheerleader, no more then twenty years old, her uniform tattered and stained and her bare feet and hands were chafed by the rusty chains and the rough handling she experienced as they dragged her across the cold hard floor of
Incalculable Vastness.
He sits alone with a half-empty pack of cigarettes, swaying his bare feet around the fenders as he lights one up, settles comfortably, and... thinks.
Back for a reason.
_...and start to walk down it, the small rocks cling to my bare feet. i keep walking past some light and onto a smooth hard surface it feels slightly warm as i walk along it.