A Singular Experience
He'd tried to keep his customary chinstrap beard but it had been impossible with how fast his stubble was growing. a very manly short, full beard covered his face, complimenting the hair on his body.
Punk
The sides of his skull were shaved, but a thick, untamed beard started right at his ears, obscuring his lips and face, dropping down below his collar bone.
The Stranger
Flowing from the corners of the cap was a dense week-old beard that was darker than the man's hair. his thick beard covered most of his jaw and trailed down his neck. flecks of red and tan dust hung in the beard coloring it lighter than normal.
Bull's Day Off
The bearded bull scratched his nose before resuming the writing of his long essay question. sweat caught itself in his plump beard, making the classroom feel much hotter than it actually was no thanks to his baggy clothing.
Nightmare
beard. "i'll keep an eye on that kit for you doc. no harm will become of him while mr. shade roams the town." dr. beard approached smiling weakly, "pay him no mind, he's just bitter that he never had a home of his own.
The Forbidden Truth
Hair was creeping up from the top of his beard line, eroding any sense of grooming.
Cataclysm - Temptation
Brant replied, tilting his head, feeling the beard on his face growing centimeters each second as if it was unspooling from some internal source.
Man Cave
A thin strip of the bushy brown fur connected the side burns to the fluffy bit of goatee, giving jordan a very respectable beard.
The New North Pole
He grabbed at it, clutching at his beard, tugging. he shuddered and nearly fell to his knees as the beard surged out in length to meet with the demands of his hand. chris tugged and pulled, feeling his beard growing not just longer, but wider too.
The Sons of Mars (Part 2)
Having raised two sons to maturity, his massive beard was now salt and clove colored, the streaks of silver hinting at his wisdom. once more his beard began to grow, to stretch, to descend.
Prized Possession of the Dwarves
"speak then or next time i'll rip the beard off," threaten the chieftain. "i am virin. i come from a long line of crafters and i could not abandon my family heirloom," said the dwarf as he rubbed his face and beard.
Mall Santa
The tiny little hooks inside the beard were almost invisible, but they clung tightly enough to his facial hair that the beard could withstand a decent yank before it would come off.