The Lead Crown: Ch 9.3b, Shock and Awe
Both the prong horn and the otter nodded but it was friar juun who answered the question. "yes. two of the wyranese battle captains led them out to wagons that were brought for their safe passage to the docks.
Embrace of the Rexinnae
horn began to sprout from his head.
The Lead Crown: Ch 3a, "Your Highness" or "By the Spirits" (Pt 1)
"hotter." the prong horn corrected the bear patiently. "or both." sanmer announced, sliding past the scholar so he could stand next to their host, seemingly as giddy as a young kit as far as kesst observed.
The Lead Crown: Ch 4b, Your Highness (Pt 5)
The monk was able to tell based on the casual flick of her head toward 'the next room' and the smirk the mouse wore that she it was playful banter and not serious objection to the prong horn.
The Lead Crown: Ch 5b, Convergence (Pt 4)
The human glanced at the prong horn, "does it now?
The Lead Crown: Ch 4b, Your Highness (Pt 1)
Tobias had taken to fever and his breathing was far from normal, but within an hour, after the benefit of an herbal chest rub, the prong horn was decidedly improved-- not well... but improved.
The Lead Crown: Ch 3a, "By the Spirits" (Pt 5)
He could tell tobias was torn between options; the prong horn was no warrior but with so much at stake he seemed hesitant to avoid helping in some way.
Splintered Light, Chapter 4.4: Farewells and Salutations
The prong horn smirked. "this isn't a military ship, mr. rusck. get the lead out."
The Book of Warlock 19. No good deed goes unpunished.
Blood poured freely from his whiskered nostril as his skinny furred arm slowly reached forward, offering the long three-pronged horned staff to his old commander.
Splintered Light, Ch 1.2: After the Sun Sets
The younger prong horn glanced back to rolf. "so, the captain lives under the sterncastle and the officers live mid ship, and most of the crew live in the forecastle?" rolf came to a stop immediately upon hearing his brother's pronunciation.
The Conqueror [short story]
Long line of prong horned sheriffs and tax collectors." the fox offers me his most concentrated expression, prevalent on foxes presented with a conundrum of class and society. he shakes his head after a while. "i don't suppose you've met him.
High Card - A Parody
Tall and old enough to be his uncle, a bit broad shouldered, with distinct pronged horns. a type of antelope, a distant relation from another continent. one of the pronghorn's hands was offered, and not knowing what else to do, trevor took it.