Guro Challenge #23: Nosebleed
"your fur's damp - had a good swim?"
Alone in the Moonlight
Again, the tears well up behind the eyes of the wolf, the fur on his cheeks becoming damp as they begin to flow. "i need you... i'm coming to find you" he whispers again, his back turned to the city, looking deep into the forest.
The Furry Parable Ch.4 (ending 1)
"hmm, nahh the right side looks a little damp." \*danny goes to the left\* ugghhhhhhhh.... maybe you heard me wrong \*danny is put back at the front of the two vents.\* danny takes the vent to his right.
In His Arms
The dampness of his fur. his smile. i stopped myself from disturbing his sleep and lay still, taking in the sensational smell of him. it was beautiful. we were on the floor, the poodle's back to the wall.
All Things Quiet And Sweet 1 - A Blind Run
The main hall was dark and damp, certainly an appropriate home for junkies or squatters. the moisture was unsightly under the raptor's feet, and he saw only stairs leading upwards, as well as one door on the ground level.
More than Kin, Less than Kind: Chapter Three
They curled up on the damp floor of the cavern for a time under the warm subterranean rainfall, each seeking comfort in the other's embrace, until the tears ceased to flow and the grief eased. "i'm sorry," repeated asriel when next he spoke.
Claw - Chapter One
I am the forest; my paws are wet from the damp soil. my eyes widening, i turned around, ears flattened against my skull. i reeked of fear and blood. i was the prey.
Spray Part 1
It was hoarse against my lungs, not fresh and damp, like the mountain air i would breathe daily. the sea seemed to be infinite, but i knew that i would reach the shores of america eventually.
Vilous Summer
The bed felt terrific to his damp frame, the cool air-conditioned air wicking away the moisture, leaving his coat increasingly puffy as he rolled onto his back to stare at the ceiling.
Walking Around
I feel the cold dampness press onto my head and shoulders. i roll my neck. satisfied with my walk, i turn around and step into my house. it is very dry, but i feel rather wet. i complain to the mirror. it doesn't reply to my complaint. i scoff.
Scarred Love
I sat upon a cut down tree, it's bark had rot long ago, pieces started to fall away onto the damp grass as i ran my thin pale, bloodied, fingers across the surface, i stood up and walked steadily to the door of my cabin, it was old and worn, the roof leaked
To Touch the Sky
Cold diamonds twinkle when the skyfire damps, beckoning me to rise and dance among them. day by day my body grows, ever upwards. i reach, stretching for a blue caress. bruised slate, frigid water falling, the moaning of restless wind.