Dawn of the Hellwolves (part 2 of 7)
Cursed wit' four feet an' a horrid hoary wolf-pelt an' a shameful twitchin' she-wolf's twat t'go wit' it! how ever will ye manage?" garth tried and failed to dislodge molly's stroking paw-hand by tail power alone.
An Inner Impulse Rent the Veil: Movement One
His penis, uncircumcised, hung limp, disgustingly hollow-looking, the urethra unnaturally wide and open, the veins seeming altogether stretched and hoary as though exhausted from pumping blood - his scrotum was no better, a mass of floppy flesh that looked
Total Party Defeat
The hoary-furred wolf felt a strange warmth spreading from his belly at the thought, and knew that his ears were burning with a heavy blush.
The Commute
The trees looked ancient, huge, hoary oaks and maples that crested the top of the hill they stood on. even the tallest of the massive trees only came up to her waist. and then the rest of it hit her.
Chapter the Fifth: Youth
It went to work slicing bright arcs of hoary moonlight through the night, and she all but swooned at the skill of his practice.
Chapter 2: The Royal College of Vulpineva
On the other hand, there were all sorts of foxes: "true foxes'' like arctic, fennec, and swift foxes; other gray foxes; zorros like chillas, culpeos, and hoary foxes. she even spotted a bat-eared fox.
Dancin' with Myself
The wolf's hoary fur glistened like diamonds in the stage lightsâ€"he was sweating fiercely. nerves, perhaps? the ferret thought that must be it. the wolf had such a beautiful voice... and such charisma!
Redwall Story Unfinished, Part 1
Now, by the light of the fire, he held it aloft by its hoary chain where it dangled and danced, reflecting the flames."do you think it belonged to her?" rook asked, inching over for a closer look.
The Furry Dead (Medieval Style) Part II - Chapter 4 - Seeds of Death and Salvation
With a push of his legs, and what little grip he could manage through his wounded paws, he managed to hook his mane and the skin of his scruff into another gnarl in the hoary bark.
The Furry Dead (Medieval Style) Part II - Chapter IV - Seeds of Death and Salvation
With a push of his legs, and what little grip he could manage through his wounded paws, he managed to hook his mane and the skin of his scruff into another gnarl in the hoary bark.
The Voice
Why would she ever even _dream_ of doing anything with a hoary old boar like her head of marketing? and yet, men like him never stopped staring, no matter what she did.
Reynard and the Dragon
Rime coated his cloak and every inch of his fur until he looked less like a fox and more like some sort of hoary goblin.