Winter's Worth II
It practically had an afro of fur on it making him swallow a laugh at how amusing it looked.
My Sinful Past
A redguard with a abnormaly large afro who was less intelligent than me. oh well... i got back at her later on anyway. so many things i regret. she was so beautiful and yet so delicious. then in my 8th grade year i found another.
Princess Reine de Beautiy
It turned out he wanted to cut down my afro on my head and color the fur black only on my head. i wasn't happy but i still let him. when he was done i put on the shawl and followed him out. we walked down one of the large halls of my large house.
Lykos 3-16 - Auld Lang Syne
Dathan grinned a little, reaching up to brush his afro. "maybe, but i haven't gotten that good at telling the difference yet.
Tongue Tied
afros were also popular, no matter what your fur color. all in all, a girl like stephanie should have been way out of gray's league.
Digging in the Dust
He was on his own bunk in just his khaki pants, his muscled chest glistening in the dim light, his dark afro taking up most of his pillow and counterbalanced by the three inch goatee hanging down from his chin.
Surviving Insanity
Then she looks around and her afro almost goes straight from fright. "geez! where the fuck did we land? this place looks like a butcher's shop." "i think that's its main purpose," kodyax observes. "the meat locker is up here as well."
When Tomorrow Comes Act I, Chapter 3
He was a rather large specimen of his race, slightly smaller than harry, he set down his weapon, a warhammer, and knelt before speaking in the afro-caribbean-like accent of the hyenas, "males of timbria, i am yusuf ibrahim, second in command of this force.
In the Substance of It
A shower of sparks threw off his cap and poofed his afro for a few moments. "ah! there we go!" he grabbed hold of the comms-unit pinned to his shoulder and squeezed the button. "hostile vessel, hold your fire. you are firing on a civilian ship!"
Cell Block K-9
He looked like the kind of guy that might have had dreads or an afro before prison, but now his hair was buzzed short. "hey kid." the man said with a slight grin, "what you in for?" he asked.
Damsels In Distress (Chapter7, Act1, Book2)
She received no reply and turned back to the afro-russian woman with a frown. "nuts. i let'em get away. i liked fighting that guy... well, up until he decided to try and take my pants off. i, uh... that's my 'hot button' and he pissed me off.
Bronwyn: Seasons Past
-o-o-o- present day -o-o-o- arthur poured a full jug of water over bronwyn's head, depriving her of the sagely afro and beard of suds she'd carefully crafted for herself and earning a flick of water from the bathing cowgirl in return. "meanie."