Growing Pains, Part 1
The older woman clasped her hands together and beamed a wide, toothy smile from her greying muzzle. "you are zoe, yes? room one-oh-two?" her accent was thick with a deeply european lilt, and her eyes were the colour of lemon butter.
The Lonely Boy and the Lone Wolf
The big, grey-muzzled wolf huffed happily, nodding in agreement.
Patricia's Potion Shop: 11th Customer (TF/TG)
Dan looks down slightly to see his new grey muzzle in front of him, now directly in his eye line. "wow, it works fast!" he exclaimed, taking another sip of the cup, swallowing more than the first time.
The Furry Rebellion | Chapter Twelve
Little did the crowd know, which at this time was drawing closer to farinay to hear his words, that behind the counter of several now abandoned merchant stands, crouched arron, a grim smile on his grey muzzle, as he struck a match.
Dark Growlithe - Chapter 18
A tear ran down his grey muzzle and his sister felt his pain like it was her own. "there," said bandit finally, "through that crack is the vaporeon pack." "and dark growlithe," ninetales reminded herself, "come here puki."
Growing Up Furry: What it was like for Me Growing Up
I want to thank gray muzzle for taking me under his paw and teaching me how write stories and for his constant support. although i am far from perfect, thanks to him i'm better than i used to be. i also want to thank sylarenderpaws.
The Ultimate Prey
As i turned, i saw the brassiere go flying off her grey muzzle as the snow fell in tufts across her grey fur. her unseeing amber eyes were wide in shock and jaw just slightly agape as i continued to growl and snarl at her.
Against All Odds: Part 26 - Recovery…
Nathan reached up to stroke the white tip of the grey muzzle pointing down at him. "i don't blame you for this. i blame yuri and his damn gang."
None So Vile 27: The Grand Design
As the grey-muzzled otter raised himself back up, he raised an eyebrow. “forgive me for asking if i should lock away any antique crockery this time, your imperial majesty?"
Against All Odds: Part 38 - Release
Richard snarled back, his greying muzzle creasing with his own anger. "i--" "doesn't feel good, does it!?" any control nathan had over himself had all but evaporated. he saw red, but not only from the way richard had treated him in recent weeks.
Against All Odds: Part 3 - White Lies
The middle-aged fox had sat himself down by the time nathan arrived at his cubicle, his greying muzzle buried in the broadsheet newspaper settled among the assortment of reports, invoices and company-headed letters littering his desktop. "yes?"
Requiem in Fragments
Bernard's grey muzzle wrinkled, "too late," he growled back, "you already helped pack up most of the boxes." "yeah," juliet challenged, "you can carry the rest of them."