Ander - Part 2: Subchapter 37
. \* standing at the riverbank, watching the brown, muddy water sluice against the sides, throwing up cloudy waves of foam against the rocks, sarah knew she could go no farther. oh, it hasn't been raining that long.
Ander - Part 3: Subchapter 4
Looking at him in this moment was like looking at him as he was by the riverbank, with his fur plastered against his skin by the rain, and drops of water dripping from his chin, his ears flattened against his skull and his eyes wide and unbelieving, staring
Canopy pt. 1/3
He put a finger to her lips, his ears twitching in every direction until they focused on a point on the riverbank. he shoved her out of the way and lunged for his weapons, swinging out a bladeless shuriken.
Going Out
Walking right on the riverbank was the easiest way to go, with the snow relatively hard there, and occasionally the sleigh would bump against what must've been a rock under the snow.
[Commission] Dripping Wet
The moonlight hit the water, casting eerie reflections of finneon across the riverbank; their guppy-like tails flowing gently in the night.
Ander - Chapter 1, Subchapter 10
Even from the top of the riverbank she could tell she wouldn't like what she saw if she went any closer, but what choice did she have? she sat down and carefully lowered herself onto the dry edge of the riverbed.
Taking Her Virginity
He was a _man_ that she could love, his ears tapered to that elfin point, and he groaned softly in the back of his throat, holding her in his arms as, very gently, he bore meriden down the moss beside the riverbank.
The Seduction of Nakht
There, atop the hill on the riverbank nearest him, were four other goddesses, all dark and smooth as he was, their gold bands and streaks glistening in response to his own shimmers.
White Hart, Black Heart Ch. 1
Does have long, slender necks anyway, but hers is just that much more graceful as she scans both sides of the riverbank, her strange black eyes passing right over my hiding place.
Dark Growlithe - Chapter 11
Cream didn't need to be told and stayed right by dark growlithe's side as he went to investigate the riverbank where the creature had been. on the muddy bank he recognised the scent that came to his nostrils.
An American Wereshark in Oxford
Their "study group" was walking home in the dark, shouting like hooligans, when dylan was playfully shoved too close to the riverbank. he went in with a loud, wet thunk.
A (fe)male dragon's woes
Naya tensed up at her rough voice, while the dragoness thrust her maw through the water's surface and slapped a fish onto the riverbank with her tail. "that's for you."