Stung 1: The Tiger in the Bar
If he notices the dye, he'll just think you're at a party or something.' aj scratched his cheek, irritated by the itchy blue dye. 'i know, i know. but why, man?' logic decided to tell him.
Killer of Pipefixers
He began to mark its shell with the dyes, continuing his muted, hummed song.
The Lucario war: PART 1 (Fixed)
And did i see fangs in his mouth, come to think of it, is eyes looked red, and when did he dye his hair blue. adrian thought.
Bottom's Abound
His hair had been shaved pretty close to his head, bleached platinum blond and spots had been added in with dye later.
Forgive Me- David 5
I walked over to where my bag was, and quickly retrieved the dye. i squirted some on my hands, and smeared it all over his headfur, giving him a nice coating of pink on the top of his head. i rushed to wash my hands before the dye colored them pink.
Maranatha - Chapter X, as told by Owen Zelazny
But now i've gotten some dye myself, man, i can walk right up to people i knew, and talk to them and if i do a funny accent they won't even recognize me. not at all!
Introducing Citronella the Red Fox
I dye my main body fur a bright lime colour, and have done since i was a cub. my brother and i were from the same litter, and well we looked almost identical. my natural colour is citrus orange, so i went with my citrus lime instead.
Jaoc, the Easygoing Eagle
Random fun facts: is a major lucha libre fan and practices any chance he gets at an armadillo buddy's backwayrd/gym, dyeing wild colors over his "bald" head and fashioning gauche, lewdly tight spandex getups for himself to enhance the effect.
A late Night Dinner
Just play it cool, get through desert, get him home, switch off the light and the "accidentally" give him some dye in his conditioner so he has to get it re-cut. bribe his stylist if i have to. "desert?" he asks.
(Optional Chapter) Aromatherapy
The dye or whatever they used is reacting to my sweat, now i have a bunch of orange spots under my arms and around the collar and sleeves. it's spreading down over the vultures sigil itself (once again i beg mercy of the rocking dark lords of metal).
How I Became Broken
Nobody notices my red hair, because all the young furs seem to be dyeing their hair my wicked color these days. i do hate my imitators. however, i will always kill the murderers, rapists, and thieves before i will kill someone innocent.
The Blakes and The Greys Chapter 13: Guess Who's Coming to Brunch
I don'ts need yer dye-wreck-sons." bill didn't get another word in as evie disconnected the call. the wolf snorted, "this ain't good."