A Different Kind of Journey (Shinx TF)
Brown hair grew out from his scalp and where the shinx once was stood a human.
Torpedo Run Chapter 27
His rifle butt slammed into one of their heads with a meaty thwack, sending the fox spinning to the ground, his scalp spurting blood and rifle flying from senseless paws.
Prologue and Chapter One - Saturday
Cass ran her lathered fingers through her headfur, scratching her scalp and rubbing the back of her fuzzy ears.
You Are Worth More
Kay twirled his finger around paul's nubby ear, the sensations tingled their way across paul's scalp. paul loved it when the big cat played with his ears. ``how is it so easy for you?''
Pages from Patricia's Palace
Andrew rubbed the gryphon's head again, digging his nails into the kid's scalp. a pleased purr rumbled from his little chest, but it did nothing to dry his wet eyes. the exhaustion in them went deeper than helping his mom care for their family.
Hellhounds: The Sewer Rat
That cougar who scalped a lot of his enemies in the battlefield?" "yeah, nasty fellow." "anyway, right now his cougars are busy trying to locate my allies so they can kill them all and deliver their scalps to barskan.
The World We Live In: Chapter 4
Narati, with a bloodied knife, was standing over the body of a human slaver and proceeded to scalp him.
Lonely Oak Chapter 92 - Emeral, M.D.
She reset it once again, and pressed it squarely to his scalp, very carefully tracing along his scalp to his temple with a firm pressure. he winced uncomfortably at the pressure as it pushed on his sinuses.
Staying Human: Chapter Eleven
"it's just not meant to be," i answered, rubbing my scalp just the way i liked it. i needed comfort right now. what had i done? bastion had been the companion i'd always wanted. he supported me, no matter what i looked like.
How to Raise a Dragon (Part 3)
"get your claws out of my scalp daran!!" it wasn't that daran purposely meant to hurt rory, but his claws were pretty big and sharp and they were notorious for getting stuck in soft, fleshy material.
To love from afar
I stroked through her hair, across her scalp, and through the softness of her neck. she was tired, and how she held to me, spoke that she needed to be held in turn, even if it was an ugly bug.
Trophy Rack
The back of his scalp spasmed and dragged them higher up his head. it hurt like someone was pinching and tugging the cartilage. he flexed knots of newly developed muscles and they flopped and swiveled powerfully.