No Take, Only Swallow [Sketch]
Shekh licked his lips and straightened up a bit, instinctively leaning forward to try to get a taste of the shepherd's scent, eyeing the spot right at the tip, right along the lips of their sheath, where that plush fur gave way to charcoal flesh instead, with
Welcome to Heat Street: C3 - Repeating Patterns
The air smelled like fruit, charcoal, oil, fur, and sweat layered in dense heat. elliot liked it. not the noise or the proximity, but the predictability under it. most vendors didn't move stalls. prices were consistent. inventory shifted on pattern.
Crossroads - Zack: Chapter 2
Drawing on imagination alone, he began to carefully sketch with the charcoal pencil. it had been a while since he had done a proper sketch, but he was good enough.
The Hunter's Way
The charcoal grey wolfess smiled and nuzzled him back. john felt safe in her arms, protected from anything. he stared at the dark grey fur in front of him, enjoying its softness.
Sirius: Book Three - Project EPSILON: Chapter 3 - Reconnaisance
His eyes rimmed with tears, streaking down his furred cheeks, which were charcoal with specks of honey. his uniform torn, the male wore the rank of cadet.
A Dangerous Ritual
There, he used the charcoal to draw out an appropriate ritual circle, placing the gemstones that he refined with a little bit of mana as well as a mixture of the herbs and oil painted around the ritual circle.
Zootopia: Twas that dumb box!
Did you get the charcoal fluid and a weldin rod?" travis held the can of charcoal fluid and a welding rod in his paws. "yip." "all we need now is a cigarette lighter." gideon snickered. now back many, many years ago...
Strike A Pose
She held the pose for five minutes, listening to the sounds of pencils and charcoal and pastels and crayons on paper, fighting to keep her face smooth and peaceful as her body was captured from every angle.
Meeting a Werewolf
Muzzle, pointed ears, bright golden eyes, black moist nose... charcoal gray fur, with lighter highlights towards the center. strong body, built almost like two trucks and... ... the wolf is not an it, but a he. i blush again.
The Wild Healer
Briskly did undies leave next, notably aroused from all the previous cock attentions, a lovely rod of dark, glistening obsidian hue, embraced by a thin forest of charcoal pubic fur.
A Cold One In The Hand (M/M)
He looked like a gray german shepherd with a wolf's macho ruff and smaller ears, with a big charcoal muzzle. he had a biker jacket, riding gloves, leather chaps and a pair of tight jeans, big thudding boots.
Reaper (extract)
I looked at my reflection with those charcoal-grey eyes with the hint of blue and remembered those had been a trait my father had passed down to me. if i was headed to the firm later then i'd drop in and see how dad was doing.