Musk in the Pit
Today he had finally earned the right to have one braid in his beard, by defeating enemies in combat."... earned the right to one braid in his beard," there seems to be a word missing here.
The New North Pole
He grabbed at it, clutching at his beard, tugging. he shuddered and nearly fell to his knees as the beard surged out in length to meet with the demands of his hand. chris tugged and pulled, feeling his beard growing not just longer, but wider too.
Highway to Hell
They had matching greasy black trucker beards and dark hair, and they surely seemed to be enjoying each other's company.
Highway to Hell
They had matching greasy black trucker beards and dark hair, and they surely seemed to be enjoying each other's company.
Dragon Seed Ch 2
His beard was thick as fur with his old beard hair pushing through like a second layer of hair. it looked strangely rugged even though it was a bit scruffy.
The Human Species Ch.5 - Aged Master Red
Red said sadly as he stroked his beard, "... you were there all this time? forgive me for involving you in this... we will be on our now shortly."
Nightmare
beard. "i'll keep an eye on that kit for you doc. no harm will become of him while mr. shade roams the town." dr. beard approached smiling weakly, "pay him no mind, he's just bitter that he never had a home of his own.
Lizards of War (Chapter 1)
Etan points his claw to the back of the room to a bearded dragon sitting with his leg on top of the other crossed. "come forward." etan signals the bearded dragon to come to the front of the room. the beardie casually walks up to the front of the room."
Pridentity
Each hair was sensitive, tapped into his nerves, feeling erect and proud as they filled out into a short chin strap beard.
The Pig Pen
"how long have you been growing your beard out?" jasper asked. hank's eyebrows arched into a look of delight. "oh, this?"
Turnabout
Even his beard seemed to advance across the rest of his face, covering his green flesh with black fur. the bearded orc tilted his head skyward, letting out a half-groan, half roar as his bones popped and shifted.
Diary of a Wanton Mimic
It snagged his own, locking them in the embrace, sealing the satyr's beard against the mimic's face.