Distrust CH3: Forgiving
Not to mention that molting meant that he was to the point of a breakdown. but harry reminded himself that he wasn't molting, and that he would talk to him at breakfast and (hopefully) clear up any stress for him.
A Prelude to Perversion: Chapter 1
That being said, i am very well informed about the avian process of molting. for those who are unaware, molting is simply the plucking of feathers that have become overgrown and bothersome in order to allow new feathers to come in properly.
Rarity x Spike Discussion (S9 Eps, 19 Possible Spoilers Within)
And when you look at the sudden (out of nowhere) resurgence of sparity in s8, with the acknowledgements in "break-up, break-down, "molt down" (being a sparity episode in someways), the few moments in the s8 finale, to the subplot, and ending between the two
Royal Red (excerpt)
"ugh, i'm molting." "it's the heat," elm said. "early spring, early molt." blossom leaped into the air, sending dead leaves flying. she circled the cedar twice and thumped back down, slightly winded. "i like it. maybe i'll go with you."
Zoidberg's Day Off - Commission for JeanJackGibson
His carapace had started to shrivel and shrink on him, warranting a molt, but he never had the time or privacy to do so. for a few days he'd been suffering inside of a mold far too small for his body.
Black Sepia - chapter 2
Not all at once, not the way it was back then, but i've started a new molt, and the feathers are coming in black and, er, demonic." "d-demonic?" aziraphale nodded, his giddy excitement sobered by the horrified expression on crowley's face.
Pacem Per Tyrranidem
Her molting skin reached past her elbow and past her knees, creeping beyond her shoulders and hips. picking at her shed skin, she tore a rip, then followed that rip down along the underside of her elbow.
Southern Free Agents, Ch 1
"have you ever cut yourself with a molting brush?"
warmth in the den
Warmth in the den a warm breeze blew through the den as molted bores and scorpiod's skittered about the dry dusty ground.
The teaching of Kaa (in Italian) (part 5)
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Flocking
Everytime i see my plumage molting into the drakes, i panic, to run, to fly away, but i just can't. the body is too large to fly away, no matter how many times my webbed clawed wings flap, it's always flightless.
Death of Tai Lung
They were unaware of the molted feathers knocked loose from zeng and, with his still-mobile tail, tai lung gathered the feather to pick the intricate lock and free himself from his restraints.** **once freed, tai lung killed vachir and zeng, and then he proceeded