Meet the Guardians: The Celestial Jester
One of the things most realized on jestro is his whiskers, the dark silver color of them acting almost like highlights on his dark crimson color of his coat. a single stripe of black running from his chin, down to his naughty bits.
The eighteenth whisker on the left is brown
You puff your whiskers out on every yawn. on longer work-filled days, your whiskers wilt, exhaustion softening your features, sleep exerting subtle gravities to lead you to oneiric seas and dreamlike sands.
Closer
Just a short poem I thought up for my mate. I LOVE YOU! \<3 * * * My life, My dreams And everything inbetween. My love and mate, Perfect in everyway. I'll love you forever Never doubt that my dear. I love you My Nathan Our love will bring...
Jeremy 035; When In Nutzville's jail...
As the squirrel turned to pick up a coffee mug whisker asked "you did remember to lock up after yourself this time, right?" "yeah, whisker, i remembered."
Doxology
A singular whisker-twitch. "we have no bargaining room here. they have everything we need. they don't need us for anything," she realized, "other than their own curiosity." the red squirrel's whiskers twitched. "that's just it." a sigh.
And Suddenly Koboold
whiskers protested. "and yet, here we are." the more mature voice sounded tired. "okay, it's fine, we can still take care of this!" whiskers sounded terrified.
Canyon Arrow
"there we go," he said, and he planted a loving kiss on sheridan's cheek, his twitching whiskers brushing the rabbit's still whiskers. "your whiskers tickle," sheridan said, eye-smiling. a giggle-squeak.
Here There Be Mouses
Her whiskers twitched and her angular ears cocked atop her head. "i guess we don't know very much at all, do we?" "we do not," graham replied, eye-smiling.
Happy Teeth
A whisker-twitch. "but no cavities, right? you got happy teeth?" she drove them out of the tiny parking lot. in this little town. field smiled, nodding. "mm ...
To Touch and Know
She gave a bit of a whisker-twitch. "not that i'm not. i am ... i mean, we both are, right?" she asked, looking to emerson. the field mouse nodded genuinely, his whiskers twitching. his tail snaking behind his chair as he un-peeled the banana.
Begin to Mend
Her whiskers twitching, twitching. her angular ears cocked. body as bare as his, now. "mm." a whisker-twitch. her eyes opening. "you brush your teeth?" "mm-hmm. you saw me." "even your fangs?" "even my fangs," he said.
Redemption Songs
"alright ... " wilco's whiskers twitched. "you can sit down," he told arabella, voice softening, gaze darting upward.