Mean Old Mule: Her Personality Becomes Her
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Ander - Chapter 1, Subchapter 1
The blood was already drying in his fur, caking it into a mass of spiky, black tangles. "well?" banno said, licking his chops. "yes," ander said, turning his face away. "yes, i'm proud." "good!"
Ander - Part 1: Subchapter 9
She could feel dried flakes of blood clinging to her hair, too, and the sensation as she pulled them free from her dusty tangles was enough to make her gag. by the gods, she must look a frightful mess.
Read Harry Potter, the Aenid of our times: Srsly (4 real!)
Write something in first person, write something in third person, write something in a tangled mix, write something in a perspective nobody's heard of before. experiment. never, ever, look down on a genre as completely worthless.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 88
Those at the front not tangled up with the small chain of defenders were slowly being pushed forward by those behind, even though there was nowhere left for them to go.
Burdens - Chapter 86: Sanctuary
They all converged at different points and split at others, like a tangle of string. what was best? roger spoke of college and work, and even he did not know what exactly to do.
Tales of Torrnal: Chapter 8
With jes' help i could feel each element tugging and pulling around us in a tangled frenzy all at once. i began to carefully untangle and guide the various slows back in to a balanced harmony of energy.
Transformation at Hogwarts: Part 8
He stood up, stretched, and shook the tangles out of his long, thick fur. he waited until the train had passed him by before he started to run. his target was on that train, going back to where it thought it was safe.
Ander - Part 1: Subchapter 1
The blood was already drying in his fur, caking it into a mass of spiky, black tangles. "well?" banno said, licking his chops. "yes," ander said, turning his face away. "yes, i'm proud." "good!"
Contentment
Michiko sighed, delighting in the simple pleasure of the first hot deluge of water cascading down her colorful form, soaking her tangled and matted fur.
Here Kitty Kitty
She was tangled a little in her pinkish clothes, but she didn't think about it, slipping out of them and enjoying the way the lioness' paws drifted along her bare fur.
Scale and Shield (Part 2)
“vines — i guess the collective noun would be a tangle of them — with some red flowers… oh, right." “the old ones must be looking over you," said azacoatl, tearing down a tangle of vines — the harmless variety — blocking the path ahead.