Life by the Page 8
He wore a blue wool coat that looked a little big on him with a tan crew cut sweater and blue jeans. he smiled as he took off his coat and laid it over the back of his chair. he had a very warm smile, an honest one that leon found appreciable.
Crystal's Christmas Wish
The priest was in normal attire, a pair of pants and a flannel shirt, a pair of fuzzy slippers and a wool hat to help keep him warm as he sat in his recliner by the fire. he was an older fella, but ancient by no means.
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 37)
"two days into may and i'm already starting to sweat under my wool." "you say that but you're still wearing that big ol' jacket!" brian jokingly prods at desmond's navy blue coat.
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 16)
It makes desmond's wool stand on edge. "let's continue supporting our student council president, shall we?" though the ineffable intensity in his glare forces the sheep to flinch, desmond does not feel paralyzed as he does when caught in hafsa's gaze.
041 - The Fool pt.01
Sebastian who was in the centre of the two monsters, with their right arm around the shoulder of amber, whilst their left hand was running through the wool of the sheep's head.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 87
Very gently, he peeled it away, horrified by the wet, mushy sound the wool made as it rubbed against itself. the bandages beneath were still intact, but they were soaked all the way through. "dammit, hezzi!"
Divine: Chapter 1
It had some sort of gray clothes on, or was it skin, it was shiny like metal, but flexed like wool.
A Wolf In Flannel Clothing
Grandma, what a big nose you have," came the shirley temple of giggles, and a playful poke at his quivering snout; which brought a puffy sleeve closer to his muzzle; he could smell the perfume of clothing washed, and hung out to dry, of woven cloth made from wool
3:21 Contingency Plan
Wind like sharp knives blew off the cold sea, and even his warm wool coat couldn't protect him. it blew in gusts like knives bringing a stinging mist of the sea soaking his fur. the winter months in arcadia could be miserable sometimes.
Cold Blood 12: Interlude
The hides were easily come by, if the wool stuffing was dearer, and nearly every _alpha_ in the room had a cushion, and a fur or two or three to ward off the chill of the deep earth.
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 34)
"my wool's grown out since then." he huffs. suddenly, he stops and removes his coat jacket. in a not-so-delicate motion, he tosses the jacket on her, muffling her surprised yelp. "give it back tomorrow."
Torchbearer
He tugged away at his brother's fragile torso, freeing it from so much broken armour, wool and chain mail alike. that only exposed the cruellest truth hidden beneath.