Feathers
Warm, soft and light feathers all around and inside him, keeping him comfortable and heavy, making it impossible to move or think. everything was feathers, and everything would be feathers, forever. and that felt just good.
Feathers
The wind ruffles my feathers as i go into a light quick jog than a full on fast run, there is the edge of this island.
Wolf's Tickle Torure
The he took a orange feather and came to wolf's right feet. -now we gonna see if you're so strong like you say the fox started to brush the sole with the feather. the wolf felt something strange and his body started to shake.
Birds of a Feather
Blue feathers, however, did fly off in all directions.
Blu's Feathers
#2 of commissions a little rio commission i did for someone who wishes to remain anonymous about blu losing all his feathers.
Furs and feathers
The emus formed a football team Up the field far away; Their dark-brown sweaters were smooth as cream But kangaroos would sit and scream To watch them play. 'butterfingers,' they would call, And suck-like names; The emus couldn't hold the ball...
Fur and Feather
The boy brought him a large white feather and a small rock covered in dark, dried blood. amos sniffed both, and came to a confused conclusion. they both smelled the same. whatever lost the feather lost the blood.
A Feathered Wit
They start weave a tight and unbroken layer of feathers to cover the soft down, glittering with a gorgeous blue. you've seen feathers like that before.
Scarlet Feathers
"what happened to... the gryphon who betrayed the scarlet feathers?", he asked after a thoughtful pause. "shuduca?", she asked, yogoloth nodded, "well, she had spent many years with the scarlet feathers.
Feathers and Delight
It is the highest honor to be yours. I will fear no judgment behind closed doors. How eager I am to finish my day. Our routine is set, soft and heavy play. Rid me of my pains, embrace my deep truth, Bring your appetite, I'll quell...
Flight of the Choir
Flutter and fall from skies cluttered with gull, adrift the feathers fall deprived. a current shall wash the foul from fowl amid the sun's beaming guise. aloft each wing, they chirp and sing to which each bird fondly replies.
A Moment Later (Otherwise Untitled)
~ scattered in places about the floor were the chunks of feathers, bloody from being pulled out of her wings, more evenly placed than the hoveled pair of attackers who seemed pressed against the floor by unseen forces.