Darkened Skies: Epilogue
Ensuring the molted skinned wizard could never escape on his own. the clacks of his talons rebounded off the deeper caverns, the air shifting to smell more like dry stone and sharp metal.
Hindr (By Chaon)
The proud plumage he hadn't been shy to show began to molt; revealing the outline of bones underneath. drug addict or not, he was starting to look the part and that was enough to get tongues wagging.
Counting Days Chapter 6: Not Alone
Then, he opens his mouth to put that dream out of its misery like a sickly, molting bird. “now don’t get any ideas, kid. i’ve just been through a terrible breakup. i have no interest in dating anyone right now.”
Guest Lecturer
He shook it frantically, trying to wipe it on his chestfur... but now his chest was starting to moult as well.
Home Again
When she'd molted her feathers from her head, the coyote laughed and made sure everyone did to. he made her ashamed of who she was because he knew where to hit. it took a long moment for her to swallow and look at him. "i'm not sure.
Episode 23: Survival Instincts
Instead, it swiveled its head towards the loudly chiming beacon and the molting o’mara as she tried frantically to silence the device. rivas took advantage of the creature’s momentary immobility and fired.
Darkened Skies: Chapter 34: Survival
One with pitch black eyes, skin as if it were two sizes too big and molted greyish green. his boney hands lashed out like lightning, pressing against the dragon's snout. like he was tossed into the arctic's bitter winds, cold consumed his face.
Nightworld 18: Silence in the Snow
“it's just a fucking moult. frankie!" he whirled as the others turned to face him, a massive shape suddenly dropping from the ceiling, crushing noah beneath it. jaro instantly started firing, trying to be cautious not to hit noah.
The Brockford Files - Paw and Prejudice
“i fell asleep working on my tan, and the next thing you know i'm shedding skin like i was molting -what a world."
Madness
Reynard's molted tail wags as i sit beside him. he offers me an apple, causing me to tilt my head at him. "really?" "just try one?" i remember the stall incident. "we're foxes. we don't eat this stuff." "just try it," he asks again.
Venom: Beautiful Killers. Part 8.
Do you have a propensity to molt?" "i _can't_ answer that!" unmoved, ted folds his arms. "why not?" "because it's none of your business!" "listen, girl. fingerprints may be the main thing, but they're not the only thing.
Sacculina
He recognized the feeling; the dry crinkliness of his skin, the strange, wet splitting feeling that stretched across his shoulder blades: he was molting again. the instinct to peel himself free was stronger than any other urge.