The Long, Cold Dark, Chapter III: Fame
"you _have_no pants, gabe," the director, a scrappy koala with a greying complexion, replied. the horse rolled his eyes, striding over to his folding chair and shrugging on his bathrobe.
Maranatha - Chapter II, as told by Owen Zelazny
He was worried sick," she says, walking into the dark, scrappy pawn shop. from behind the counter, a tall wolf is pulling his pants up, looking sheepish. "hey, stud, i'm not finished with you," she snaps at him.
Bobtails in Question
Petra was in an extremely-scrappy, silly mood tonight. more so than usual. maybe she was coming into heat. she sometimes got 'extra' everything a few days before coming into heat.
Half & Half: Bringing New Life
Here he was nothing but a scrappy wolf mutt with his mate, their future was their own to write.
Chapter 2
"scrappy, isn't it?" "huh? what? no, they're f-" "i really do need some better clothes." she picked at the sleeve of her shirt. "these are so old, and bland, you'd think a dragoness could stand to clean herself up a bit."
The Dining Club: A Yot 'Verse Story
Rough and scrappy was the default look for beasts of the wastes. and the patrons of dining club embraced it more than any others. so it was nice to just blend in for a change. the evening was early and the animals entered promptly.
By the Feet of the Trees
Sure, he was scrappy and hairless like some kind of pet... but with time, care and affection, he knew that the space man would grow. after all, he'd found himself to brehr's wank shack. surely that couldn't be coincidence.
Love at the Inn
With every step that got him closer to the crossroads where the inn proudly stood like a scrappy drunkard, lyshnar wondered if the drake was still there. what would he do if he wasn't? what...could he do?
A Lamb Among Wolves Ch:44
"i may be small, but i can be scrappy." dawn watched as the wolf tried to fight smiling, but it was a war he couldn't win as a small smirk forced its way to the surface. "a-alright honey lamb." vernon said with a sigh.
Battle for Hadleigh Chapter 4: Clearing the Roads (Pt 1)
"scrappy," she replied. "it's the ability of mega lopunny - normal and fighting-type moves i know will affect ghost-types as easily as if they were any other type." "wha- how... but..." hank babbled, confused, but eventually shook his head and sighed.
Taking Charge
He reminded donnie of a rat, if one had been overly skinny and standing on its hind legs, hair scrappy and piecemeal as if he had had a hack-job of a haircut that had never quite grown back right.
The Long, Cold Dark, Chapter II: Everybody Wants to Rule the World
scrappy," his expression softened. "but really. there aren't any magic bullets or top-secret sure-fire method on the brother front. he likes you. he respects you. just... be you. fuck, that sounds cheesy.