Delay of Game
He was already strolling into the grass. and paused. "bet you," he called back, "i can jump over that." "like a hurdle?" "yeah ... yeah, like, a running start, and i jump over it." she squinted. walking into the grass with him.
The Cold Wind (Ch 35 - 39)
All four of his eyes glistened with emotion when hunts-in-grass swung his head around toward his lover and gave him an encouraging nod. "hunts-in-grass, young warrior of the brittlerock clan. your elders have spoken affirmatively for you."
The Little Pink Thing In the Park
Its goo body could easily split and allow the grass through, phasing along its body without breaking the illusion of solidity, but it didn't do that.
#SimplyPurrfect (Revised Edition)
The lioness fades away with the sun as i walk over to the soft patch of grass and lie down on top of it. the grass blades act as a cushion for the hard ground, which feels just like sleeping in a regular bed.
Ander - Part 4: Subchapter 43
He hobbled over to the giant pile of dry grass heaped up against the far wall, scooped up as much as he could carry with one arm, then hobbled back.
A New Start As A Trainer/ Chapter 26: A Battle In the Gardenia (part 1)
"wait, roserade is a grass type.....how can it use a fire-type move?"
The Chase
He rumbled, tenderly easing back to let tsumi rest on the grass entirely, before easing to his large, silent paws on the grass, padding circles about the content, sleeping body before him.
Bucking Behind the Barn
The grass back here was so much better than the stuff in front of the barn; no fertilizer, no bug spray, just wild grass. it was almost as pleasant as having his ass worshiped by the thirsty farmhands who came and went.
The finding of a life time (request story)
I gasp lightly as i stare up at the absolutely massive grass around us. "these are some weird trees..." reaper runs a paw over a blade of the grass. "its grass..." i say doing the same. "don't be insane, this is way too tall." ice huffs. i glare at him.
The Fenrrir Marines (pro luge)
I don't like this." birds chirped in the distance; the grass rustled in the wind. the fenrrir's natural senses were an advantage. first the marine saw the grass moving against the wind. then she heard the crumple of moving clothes.
Too Late
When neera the lioness runs off to get away from her soon to be mate she will be in for a punishment neera stormed into the long savannah grass in frustration, flattening the brown grass, fur bristling. koda was such a jerk! she thought.
Painting With Pain
grass towered above his bare and prostrate shape in the rain. multitudes of wounds bled a bloody halo of red pain into the muddy sludge around him.