First Impressions Chapter 1.
Ruth nodded as the rest of the students started entering and as the clock hit 10am, the professor, an anthro snowy owl, entered and began his lecture on world war i.
No Good Deed Chapter 8: how to ride a pony
snowy owl, great horned owl, wood duck, mallard. the doctor gave me praise and even an earpet on occasion, and everything was fine until he put the last few animal's together.
Tucumcari
Mitzi is a great scout since she's a snowy owl and can fly up ahead and report back. seth doesn't really do much.
Requiem for a roommate, Part 2.
"he is also a snowy owl, and i just love birds so much! the feathers, the wings, the pure unstoppable freedom! you are the complete package, you have everything!" rachel rolled her eyes. "i thought you said you don't talk much."
Hairy Potter's trip to Diagon Alley
Hairy now carried a large cage that held a beautiful snowy owl, fast asleep with her head under her wing. he couldn't stop stammering his thanks, sounding just like professor quirrell."don' mention it," said haggard gruffly.
Freedom Fighters (Part 2)
Sitting up with a book in his hand was a snowy owl in his late 50's, his white feathers well groomed, his crest swooped back in a look of casual regality.
Royal Dragon Hunt (part 1)
A snowy owl hoots at his mistress's entrance. icons representing the norse pantheon form a kind of altar. kneeling before this altar, olga prays to the gods of her homeland.
The Black-Feathered Monk 10
The horned owl walked beside a snowy owl, one whose white feathers were immaculately pulled back and preened.
Sissy 3
The snowy owl smirking, as she lay the big shiny steel male chastity belt on the bed. "oh my!" the big mare snickered looking down at the cock lock, and then looking at sherry knowingly. "perhaps your right... ray."
Sissy 2
Sherry, the lithe and athletic snowy owl was a few years younger then cameron's mother. some of the neighbors didn't like her as she was, as she would put it, sexual liberated.
Walking the Elven Path
To her surprise, a snowy owl floated above the haunted waves, singing as though a poet of the ancients with its piercing cries. yet, to her, its calls sounded of warnings of long-ago, of ruin and coming floods.
Hopeless Liberation Chapter 3
"and they're home to a lot of snowy owls," "and why doesn't anybody live on them?" peter further questioned.