Halloweenie
Forget it, i'm getting into that party whether he likes it or not" the lupine barked at the short caracal boy. the feline didn't flinch, his head canting slightly instead.
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 38)
The caracal says in a tremendously flat voice. "oh... uh, good." "calm down, guys, nobody is carrying anyone!" brian titters nervously in an attempt to melt the suddenly ice cold mood. he pokes hafsa's shoulders. "hey, pres.
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 27)
The caracal reviles. "savages like that drag all of our reputations through the mud. makes me ashamed to be a carnie." "that was... something." hafsa murmurs.
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 20)
You may be a caracal, but you were given a good upbringing, and so you don't need to fall back on such a weak excuse." my mother nodded silently, and smiled at me. at that moment i felt a spark of pride.
Five Stories for Bar Night—Pt. 1
The caracal moaned while the rest of the group clapped and dylan settled back into his seat victoriously. "drink! drink! drink! aaahh!" the group chanted just before nadal down his shot and winced. "oooh-hoo, fuck, what tequila is this?"
Feline Bromance
I considered cougar, jaguar, lynx, ocelot, and even snow leopard before finally settling on caracal. caracals are awesome and an extremely underused species on the furry fandom in general, so let's change that!
It takes me nowhere
#2 of tiger troopers an old story about a caracal 1. the wheels of the subway car rattled with every bump, reverberating inside the cabin.
Chapter 25 - End of Divergent Paths
Mordecai, for whatever reason, had made bronze figures of caracals holding the lightbulbs in their mouths. i thought they looked disturbing but they were also works of art in their own right.
A Caged Bird
It was a caracal, one of the cait. he was still shouting, the odd language of the beast-folk doing little to mask his obvious outrage.
Fall From Grace, Chapter Thirty Four
The caracal flattened her ears, quivered her mouth, and tore her gaze away. above her, rushan folded his arms, his golden streaks squirming through the black canvas of his fur. his arm was no longer a gory spike of bone.
A Forge of Heroes - Plans and Punishment
Lynxes, foxes, caracals. the species in this cabin were quite varied. "tell me something," aida said, shifting closer to myra.
The Mercurius Express — Chapter 2
He added once he saw the name tag pinned on the caracal's breast. it read: p. herschel | steward "ja," the caracal smiled. "if you need anything, just ring for me or herr dupont the conductor."