Your Possible Pasts 6 - Ebb And Flow
"_ _"just as we shall not hesitate to kill them,"_ moonclaw snorted craning her wattled neck, _"i assure you of that."_ _"very well, wait here, i shall bring you others to carry you across the sea.
The Final Anomaly 8 - Hidden Wounds
[/i] she lifted her wattled brown neck showing the necklace of two claws. [i]"i do not have to, my family do that for me."[/i] [i]"hmhmhmhm...that is true."
Yagato Mountain
\>better ways to weave the wattle, better techniques to preserve food with what they had, better ways to cultivate their gardens, even some cooking tips to aid the rather bland foodstuffs they cooked.
My Sword, My Clan 25 - My First Case
A boastful man with a bleached pink face and wattled chin strode forth in the loudest blue suit possible, his hair offensively slapped together. "do you know where mister brunhart is?!"
Size Matters
Moss hung back as they greeted each other, rubbing whiskers; the collie observed the change in contour of the cat's neck wattle as she lifted her head. "adele. i haven't seen you in over a moon.
The Final Anomaly 14 - Tear Apart
[/i] [i]"very true,"[/i] said barren rattling her wattled neck, [i]"and having two sons who became alpha, and a voice of the tribe, is perhaps the greatest one can be. but do not worry dear."
So Shall He Consume Me 2 - In Subterranean Hell
His body was entirely moss green with paler chest and arms, red eyes and timpanal iguana-like cheeks wattling slightly.
The Final Stand 1 - Crash Landing
Walking with a soft uneven gait, he saw an old dolphin female greyer than ever with sunken eyes and drooping wrinkles across her bare shoulders, her bottle snout creased with her neck now developing the slight paunch of a wattle.
Patterson and Crew: Gaming Night
You see these gamers on uwutube in their thirties, forties, with beards on their snouts and their wattles," he said, jiggling his own larynx, "and they get into the pettiest shit in a game.
Stranded Part III
She rather liked how the weight smoothed her edges, the feel of the skin rippling down her torso as she walked, the gentle waving of her growing wattle under her chin.
My Sword, My Clan 26 - My Investigation
A loud-faced man of pink cheeks, wattled chin and the loudest blue suit they had ever saw in ivalice strode up towards the witness stand.
Not Much Happens
The fox chuckled, swishing the long, green spine at a wattle bush. "hey, i've got an idea. let's stop by my place and head over to the river instead. that won't be dried up."