The Mad Mansion of Dr. Moreau, Game 5, Chapter 2
molting giggled. "and is kinda upset about it, huh? guess it's up to momma to take care of that!" molting's voice echoed in jasper's mind, before something else happened... the suit began to buzz against his crotch.
The High School
A bit later the molts came and they were big. zach's eyes got huge at the sight. the girl smiled at james and walked off. "ok dig in" james started before i could answer. after an hour of laughing and trying to finish our molts (which we all did).
BitS Chapter Fifteen
“we do have an observed day of birth, but our molting is more of a sign of our growth, so that receives the celebration.” “do you still celebrate it, even without the whole molting?
Chapter 14: A Phoenix in the Dark
“the molting disease.” for a society that placed great emphasis on the color and maintenance of their feathers, the molting disease was akin to losing all of one’s fur or hair.
Chapter 17: A Phoenix Uprising
Jubifyre said that my curse, the molting disease, was my connection to the avios race and i hoped to use that connection to give them the fire.
Chapter 15: A Phoenix of Truth
“it’s about the molting disease.” she didn’t respond but at the same time, she didn’t move an inch. “no one knows _what_ the molting disease is,” he continued. “it’s not hereditary. it isn’t viral. it isn’t magical. it defies logic.”
Chapter 16: A Phoenix at War
Then the avios would be free of the molting disease.” a realization slowly dawned upon aria. the molting disease.
The Bay of Lust
This time of year, those chemicals were pheromones from all of the molting female lobsters. the most _deadly_ kind of chemicals of all.
A Prelude to Perversion: Chapter 1
That being said, i am very well informed about the avian process of molting. for those who are unaware, molting is simply the plucking of feathers that have become overgrown and bothersome in order to allow new feathers to come in properly.
Royal Red (excerpt)
"ugh, i'm molting." "it's the heat," elm said. "early spring, early molt." blossom leaped into the air, sending dead leaves flying. she circled the cedar twice and thumped back down, slightly winded. "i like it. maybe i'll go with you."
A Merry Marco Christmas
He hated to admit it, even when she wasn't around, but maybe molte was right. there was definitely something between him and kobolgarde. but, he got an idea.