The Broodmage Saga: Prologue
She mimicked the back of her hand getting hennaed. "i must pass through this gate." the beautiful paw pointed at the gate i was sitting on. "i will pay." she held up a gold filament.
An Of-fur She Couldn't Refuse (Commission for Karic)
I used henna juice to darken my nipples, and i used it sparingly on my face, enhancing those features which i wanted to stand out.
A Productive Subway Encounter
His balls were decorated in cabalistic marks, mostly henna by the look of them but obviously meticulously applied and alluringly dark against his hide. finery that promised a treasure inside.
A Productive Subway Encounter
His balls were decorated in cabalistic marks, mostly henna by the look of them but obviously meticulously applied and alluringly dark against his hide. finery that promised a treasure inside.
Beneath the Surface - Splicers
He'd wandered past henna tattoo stalls, jewelry shops, restaurants, cafes and bistros. there seemed to be something for everyone. in a way it was a necessary part of living in an undersea colony.
[Commission] The Making of a Broodmare: Part 3 - Learning His Place
Erupting like the volcanoes of hennae, spewing the hot, thick, potent seed from his brother's gonads straight into caristos' stomach.
A Matter of Perspective
henna-stained braids fanned over her shoulders. she caught renard's roving gaze and planted fisted hands on her hips. "one of the guardsman said there was a sweaty pimp out here who wanted to see me." "madam!"
It's Always Time - Chapter Seven: We End as We Began
Yves could see the mousy brown of the roots of her hair, dyed a lustrous black with some homemade henna concoction and pulled into two thick, braided pigtails curled over her shoulders and dangling down to her hips.
[Commission] The Making of a Broodmare: Part 4 - Heat and Rut
At this point, caltoras could probably tell him that the sun was green and the sky was red and hot like the magma of hennae, and caristos would agree with every word. "i'm a dirty tail-lifter. a slut. your broodmare."
Savannah Law (first draft)
His mane flowed behind him as he ran, still streaked with henna from the marriage ceremony. he could have tied it up to reduce the drag, but he wasn't racing the clock today and he wanted to feel of wind in his fur.
-The Greater Wards Of Banishing-
And whoa, even that henna like golden patterns adorned her navel area. he couldn't have guessed what she was even if he tried as this was the furthest from what guess he may have wished to use.
Emma - Survival Instinct
henna? i really don't think you should... oh... oh, you did. oh jeez. i think emma's due for a check-up with someone who knows what the heck's happening. if she ends each story with a bout of unconsciousness i can't imagine that everything's okay.