Good Enough (From the Shadows)
More than once, his eyes drifted to the drum kit the otter had reserved for himself. a part of him wanted to see james play the kit, just for the spectacle of the nerd on drums.
Refuge from the Storm
Rain drummed its fingers against the window rhythmically. the wind danced by, moaning artistically as the thunder beat its drum.
Day 26 - Swing
Next to them, a gray rhino answered every one of their musical barbs with a strong beat of his drums.
Drac Ch4
Dienza had plans to record several guitar tracks himself at some stage, so having the drums pre- recorded to work with would be a bigger help if spiika was unavailable.
Drac Ch3
He had chivalrously volunteered to carry the bass drum and tom toms in one hand, and the floor tom in the other.
Secret's Story: Memory 1
His drumming sped up ever so slightly. hardly noticeable unless you were looking for it. and the fox was. any respectable poker player would be.
Sundog
The drums sounded, and i heard the massive exit door grate open somewhere below me. the harsh metallic squeals spiked my brain like so many little nails being driven into my skull.
My Unplanned Summer Vacation Ch 18
The four prepare their instruments and place their positions, keisuke taps his drum sticks as in "5 6 7 8!" the guitarist and the bassist started with an up-tempo, then the drums picking up, and then yuuki's voice began to spread the lyrics.
Scales and Honor- Swirling Storm: Chapter 12
Ramakox sat and watched her swim around as he drummed his talons against the earth one by one. he thought about what she had just asked, the prospect was interesting to say the least.
All's Fair... Ch. 6
It was like the sound of drums? i reached for my sword, threatening to draw it but only keeping my paw in place above it. "are those war drums?" sheila questioned shakily.
Bring The Boys Back Home
Most of them had drums; and the sound was breath-taking. all those drums sounded in unison, with precision timing. high above them was a lone figure; and projected on the wall behind them were propaganda posters.
fetch and dusk P53
His head felt like a big, throbbing drum. a cracked drum, splintered in its wood. and the blood gushing from his head... well, it had a life of its own now... and in that life it pinned rev's head into the ground just the same as the rest of him.