Second Chances : Chapter 4
"sure," was all i managed to say, pushing him into the tangled mess of my friends.
Pillow Pouch
Annie continued to squeak in frustration as she moved around in the pillowcase, her shirt tangled up around her. "um... uh... i..."
Song of the Summer King: Chapter 3
The bare, wiry birch caught his wings, tangled his feathers. rowan limbs bent and snapped. he could not beat the air to gain height.
Strangers After All: Part II
I spotted a ruffle of wind-tangled fur in my mane and unsheathed my claws to comb it out. "you have retractable claws? oh, whoops..." i had jumped as he spoke, and stuck myself in the side of the head.
Chapter 7: This Wasn't Pleasant
He started running back to the town and screeched when a net tangled in his legs, making him fall. after that something hit his head very hard, making him unconscious. james was in his tent when he heard gunfire and after that a screech.
Chapter 1: The Same Old Story
Her long, gray mane was a wild and tangled mess in her sleep. snatches of it reached across her face, which was still so beautiful to kel despite the new lines of age around the eyes and the mouth. kel smiled as he climbed into bed with his wife.
Black Panther's Stalk: Transformed in Luxury
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Moon TIde: Chapter 1
The tail idly swinging behind it was tangled with leaves and twigs, pebbles and mud, and a piece of cloth. her terror grew as she gazed up it's head, and she saw the rest of it's body.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 75
Hezzi and ander, both of them already caught up in a messy tangle of emotions - trapped, ensnared. "i have a very bad feeling about this." * * * hey, guys. once again, sorry for the short subchapter.
Strangers After All: part VIII
The second time his arm got tangled in the bands of cloth that were my shirt, and when he tried to move in his sleep he woke up by tugging incessantly to free himself.
Interruption
The paths were either to tangled to outrun the sharptooth or they had nothing useful to hide in. "i've...got...to...lose..him..." she panted. "i've got you!" the sharptooth lunged forward with his jaws, trying to bite her neck!
Jack, Schuyler's Giant Killer
Something about stories joined the confused half tangle of long ago things, memories. feet upon roads. booted feet. many booted feet. marching. mud and a confused tangling sky of shattering smoke and pain that was _not_ bliss. a roaring in the ears.