The Newland Chronicals: Mother
A rather plump bore dressed in black-suit-and-tie, walked up to carlof while stroking his tusks. " do you, eh... suppose that a storm is blowing in my good fellow?" "i'm...unsure... i'll go see what's happening outside."
Immortal, Chapter 8 - Yansei no Yoso
With a loud laugh she swipped a dagger at his face nearly taking one of his tusks. with a grunt he lifted his hand to catch her but she zipped away. she was very fast compared to the larger commander.
Wasteland Survivor – The hammer - ch31
He paused and got a big grin on his tusked mouth, "you people are more devious than the elves give you credit for. when i take control, be sure that my orc hoard will not be an enemy at your door, but an ally against a common foe."
Kaotic beginnings - A Kaos Army story - Chapter 12
These orcs as a race, were of slightly smaller build than the ones he had met at the village, though they still had the pointed elf-like ears and the jutting tusks from their bottom lips.
Ander - Chapter 5, Subchapter 19
It was made with the teeth and claws of bears, the talons of owls and hawks, and the tusks of wild boars, and in hezzi's humble opinion, it was gaudy as all hell. "i can see why your father never wore that thing," renna whispered. "yeah.
Interspecies Diplomacy for Beginners
She tried to put him at ease with a smile - not a technique that _usually_ worked well, considering the sharp tusks she'd inherited from her orcish mother, but surely a _dragon_ of all things wouldn't find her fangs intimidating. "welcome.
Words
He licked his tusks for the hundredth time. having the big canines jutting out from his jaw the way they did was an excellent way to get steak juice dribbling down his chin.
Chapter Five (Now Complete)
The ork trapper calmly pulled back his lips to expose his pointed teeth, the bottom canines overgrown into tusks that jutted upward before curling slightly at the tips.
Kaiju ga Gotoku 9.1 - A Call Against Bastardom
A frightened smile came between her tusks.
Kaiju ga Gotoku 1.5 - The Host
Detective murata, the turtle with boar-tusks in his clean-pressed shirt looking solemn as he could. "tsuchimura's...dead?" gasped sanjin.
468 The Last of the First Ones
The normal plate around here is tusks, baleen, whalebone, anything organic and hard that can be sliced or carved into thin but lightweight sheets that don't conduct the cold, and in her own armour of bone she fits right in, looks impressively resplendent,
Staying Human: Chapter One
The pig threw its head back and squealed in pain, whirling around and trying to gore me with its tusks. i nimbly jumped backwards, ripping my spear out of its body. with an angry snort, it hooved the ground and charged at me.