The Winter Coat
When spring came, his winter coat would molt away, revealing the common weasel underneath. and, zeth knew, xi would discard him, as his previous lover had. however, he had a plan that could change all that.
The Adventures of Devlin Mythryll Episode Three: Enter Silver
"well, at least i am not molting. the day was a day that i never want to revisit at all." he turned on the faucet and put his hands through the running water. he felt very depressed. he had not seen devlin in a long time.
Distrust CH1: The Beginning
He was molting from stress, seemingly related to his ptsd. all of them had been diagnosed and each were seeing a therapist regularly. it was just regular for the aftermath of...whatever happened at the old house they lived in. but things were looking up.
Master of Hearts (Thorough Examination) Part 3
My master even allowed me to use his old molting as the underlay for the armor." shia explained, stretching her shoulders to adjust to the weight of her own memories, and exhaled as if to relax from some kind of strain. "molt? dragon's shed their skin?"
A Mage's Pride
It sprouted from crotch, creeping up along the dog’s back as the mage’s fur molted away to reveal familiar soft fleshy skin.
A Wolf on Sauria Ch.6
They were covered in parchment-white scales, constantly molting and hanging off them in tattered scraps akin to mummy wrappings.
Double Lives
Harvey was jumping to try and reach it, downy feathers molting off from stress, but roscoe used his height to keep it just out of reach. "well look at 'dis." said roscoe. "aren't you just a little faggot?" harvey was outraged.
Richard and the Fae - Ch02
May your feathers molt and your skin blister! may your beak fall off! may your talons gnarl and become arthritic! you damnable beast!"
Rukhgert Stern, the griffin. (Chapter 7)
You molt. or do you want to go home like a scarecrow?'
A New Chocobreeder - Chocobotaur + Feral TF(Ver B)
Yeah, if you wait for the birds to actually molt them, otherwise you'll probably have some nutjob cry fowl about it!" peter nodded. "did you just... was that a bird pun just now?"
The Urge
Her: looking sleeker and freshly molted smiling for the picture-taker. her husband: standing tall and rigid balanced on his thick red tail, plasma assault rifle cradled in his forearms and military insignia on his chest- and shoulder-scales.
The Best Therapy
She woke slowly, walking to the shower and cleaning herself with a little yawn, even as the hot water washed away all the feathers she'd molted and the light sweat of last night.