Static Memory Record 86-75309
"if you'll give me just one moment... my visual processor appears to be-" "i'm actually a bipedal, talking wolf in a pair of scrubs." "thank you for this reference data. allow me a moment to integrate this new visual baseline... computing deltas...
Mesozoic Park (Part 6)
The beam of light mover only a few feet when several long, bipedal animals scattered from the light, seeking refuge in the shadows. "what was that!?" one of them asked, straining his voice to keep it a whisper.
Blue Streak's Inflation
The monster leaped towards the biped that threw the hat on the ground and landed on it. after the monster got off of its target, the creature was not as tall as it used to be.
Freedom Fire Chapter 3: In the Mouth of Darkness
He knew he was gaining too much attention, but the biped really wanted to fight. yet he stopped.
World of Osmis: Classes
Type:- humanoid:- bipedal with swift maneuverability and lots of agility, although its stats are somewhat average. animalistic:- these are made in the form of feral animals, birds, marine life, etc.
Escape
bipedal, furred, wolfen snouts and pointed ears, tails and claws - werewolves, the stuff of legend but here.. real.. in the fur. the group.. no pack was working together, larger ones climbing the tall wire links and reaching for the smaller ones.
A balance of Scales part 1
Paws took place of her hands, and her straight spine seemed unfit for bipedal position. even her face resembled that of a snow leopard, with a low brow and short nose. "why haven't you done the same?"
The Convention
A hoard of children on a field trip give high fives to a giant bipedal moose as they pass each other in the crosswalk. many people, especially kids, ask to have their photos taken with the fursuiters. there's no transformation panel on the schedule.
MOS 18 Foxtrot
Ellis was curious now, wolves were the first iteration of extra-large bipedal canines in military service. though they were rare now, many had been replaced or died in combat.
An goddess
But, as i have grown to care for the bipedal walkers, i could not, wincing before i spoke unto the warm, graceful creature before me. i let my growl roll off as a snort, lightly moving the fur that covered her. "what of the men?
My Little Kickaha
That makes sense, i'm not exactly bipedal right now, and it was never a full body cloak to begin with." "so... why are you a pony?" calex asked. "you entering a race or something or-" "well...
Hunting Death- On the Rooftops
"hello there," i state cheerfully, finding some comfort in not being the only intelligent non-biped in the area. "can you speak? my name is migeyefoxe." my head tilts to the side as i await some form of response.