Dragon of Ossogoth: Part 8
For starters, his wing-arms were slightly translucent, not white. he also had a smooth face with no horns, with his long vyrnian ears very apparent and for all to see.
Dragon of Ossogoth: Part 3
I realized my mistake a bit too late when george slumped over my wing-arm. worried, i asked zarya, “is…is he okay? what’s his status?”
LSH 4: Cushions, Confrontation and Comfort food
Shaking her head as her gaze lingered on his toned wing arms. “i-um. i don't know." she repeated while her snout became darker, before quickly realizing he may be trying to find out more about her.
Suitcase
Called barrow jokingly, raising a winged arm, paw waving. "are we gonna have to take a time-out and put our nose in a corner ... if we're bad?" the periwinkle-furred bat had grown noticeably more jovial since his mating to bic.
Anthrobird considerations
You probably will have a similar stance if you're having wing arms, though backwing birds seem to stand upright more easily. either way, you can adjust this through your legs based on the position you happen to be in at the time.
Wind of Change: Chapter 39
Thoth extended one of his wing-arms towards the blind anubis, with the alternate anubis helping him to shake hands with the ibis.
With These Broken Wings: Saved
They were twisted and useless, bound up in leather straps to hold them against his body, she could still see the way the great wing arms didn't line up properly.
The Sealed Planet: Chapter 12
Part of what was the vyrnian's wing-arm had become a tentacled appendage that flailed around it. then without warning, it attacked.
A Christmas In Pyrrhia
Some even rolled big balls of snow that they put on top of each other and decorated them with twigs, branches or anything they could find to imitate dragon wings, arms or muzzle. clay was still trying to find an idea for tsunami.
Late-Night Calls
And barrow shifted to face her, a sky-blue, winged arm draping over her side. paw on her bare, curved hip. he smiled. her eyes shyly darted, unable to stay still, but she, too, smiled back. "my neck doesn't even hurt," she went.
Damage
Don't touch ... don't touch," barrow said, a winged arm moving to block the vole's paw. "you'll only infect it." "well, where's your dermal regenerator, then?" "over there. ollie?"
Learning to Let Go
Hidden from view by unknown means, the orange dragoness sat with her tail coiled around her body and her black wing arms tucked tight to her sides.