Spread Your Wings - Commission for catprog
Once that was all the way on he pulled the zipper all the way up to the hood and flipped it over his head, completing the liontaur (or whatever the hell it was). then a thought crossed him.
7 Year Journey
Blackmane, a liontaur, approached. "no weapons sir. one of the officers has been demanding to talk to the captain only not "one of you jumped-up slave meat". her expression hardened. "very well lt., bring him here." she motioned to an empty corner.