Ty grumbled and growled in annoyance as he stomped through the clubhouse and was so plot-conveniently distracted that he failed to notice the upcoming staircase. "bored bored bored bor---aaaaaaaugh--ooof! ack! yip! ow!"
Fox, Macro, Taur, Transformation
I could stomp you flat if i wanted to!"
"whoa now kevin, stop. they're trying to help!" the puma put his arm over the fox's chest, holding him back.
"come on chris! they could be the ones behind this!
Bunny, Fox, Giant, Growth, Macro, Puma
Dasher's unit, situated in the very center of the platform, stomped their hooves twice and lowered their heads.
"now, dancer!"
they did the same.
"now, prancer and vixen!"
Book, Christmas, Deer, Elf, Holiday, Isekai, Reindeer, Santa, Santa Claus, Shapeshifting, Story, Transformation, elves
The megazord stomped a foot then it stomped the second then it began to rapidly stomp it feet as it leaned forward getting ready to attack with the double sided katana it held.
Bird, Dragon, Kangaroo, Lion, Owl, Pig, Skunk, Snake, Super Villains, Superheroes, Wolf
We'll romp and stomp and
swish our tails all day long....
come along and join the fun.
Humor, Poetry
The small male blinked watching his friend stomp off. "did i do something wrong?!"
fung didn't reply, he only kept walking.
gahri stood stunned, trying to figure out what just happened.
Crocodile, Crocodile Bandits, Fanfiction, Fung, Gahri, Hugging, Kissing, Kung Fu Panda, M/M, Mixed Emotions
Foxx fired his gun into the swarm, killing off two or three of them, and stomping a few more as best as he could. "i can't see anything..."
Dragon, Dragoness, Fox, Horror
I can't be here..." he pushed the raccoon out of the way and stomped off over to his room pulling the door open and slamming it shut behind him.
Bad Language, Dragon, Drama, Husky, Raccoon
We're all marching, boots are stomping. make sure your rifle's ready. watch those jets fly - hear the war cry. does it get to you? this is your war, this is your life. are you gonna die tonight? bullets flying - dead men crying.
Poem, War
Yelling at you,kicking you,punching you looking at you with those beedy brown eyes he applies the crippler crossface you struggle gasping for breathe passing out he shredds you,your blood leaking from your limp body cuts you up stomping you into the ground
Chris Benoit, murder