Chapter 1: An Average Day
With the meal done and cleaned up, he grabs a blank canvas and puts it on an easel near the edge of the cliff and started painting. it is currently in the autumn season on fibuli and he intends to capture the beauty of the trees changing its colors.
Commission: Alpha Academy
None of this one time out of the ring or one time on the canvas stuff. i'm going to take you down until you can't move."
Detained
They weren't even done: two more straps drew snug, one at the base of his neck and one at the other end of the canvas, just above his hips.
Commission: League Rules
With her completely off the canvas the fox would charge forward, his entire figure pressing against her all the way into the corner of this ring.
Not Much for Dogs
And what of the canvas? with broken stretcher bars, the ruling had been grim. while it would be easy enough for the experienced artist to simply stretch the canvas onto a new frame, it was more trouble than it was worth.
Gifts and Dangers (Commission for F3L4N)
But he still kept the canvas bag on his back, not wanting to lose the valuable items inside of it.
2626 CH 9 (An Orr World Story)
It's formulated to only stick to canvas surfaces." theo grinned and ran after the mongoose. "well in that case, let me help you with that."
Sparring with Youth
He yelped as his back slammed against the canvas with his larger opponent's weight crushing his legs.
Three Furs, One House
We waited a minute for him to recover, then his eyes focused on the canvas shape before him. "i knew it! it is the chevelle!" i grinned and wrapped my paws around a fold of the canvas near the hood, charlie on the rear end on my side. "one," i said.
Learnin' the trade
Arn shook out the canvas covering and draped it over the sleek black car. noticing that the canvas was dotted with sap splotches from the over hanging tree's. but confused as to why it would be... uncle pen always kept his car in his garage.
M/M - Far From Home - Chapter One -
Richard pressed his paws against the ground and lifted his upper body up and slid backwards, as he leaned forwards and placed his long feet flat on the canvas swag and clutched at his aching tail as blood rushed back into it.
IT: Infant Tech | Chapter 8 [Comm]
Left to his own devices, strapped snuggly in a blue canvas straitjacket, and already beginning to feel the contents of his padding clamming up against his fur, bolt pouted.