Quick Kills No.6 Mr. Chippy
Snout first into dirt, patchy field grass, and rock wondering just what the hell that was. i turned back to see my boot caught in the full wrap handle of an old red chainsaw. black and smudged with grease, covered in wood paste, i'd always wanted one.
Taming the Wilds Chapter 22
A griffin with patchy fur and nubs in place of wings stood in his path, leaning on a wooden cane. "you're the dragon i've heard so much about, aren't you?"
A Country Coyote - Part 1
The other half scattered across the floor and seat on the passenger side, mingling with an assortment of drive-thru trash, itself sitting upon worn, patchy leather and decades of rust.
And We Shall Walk in the Sunshine
In arrogant reflex lerange's ears perked at the sly compliment, the patchy brown wolf giving a shallow pant as asha turned and left back to her appointed rounds.
Fur
It makes him look patchy all over, like some kind of giant poodle. aunt elsa says it's probably something in the powder he's been using it and that he shouldn't do it anymore, but uncle amir refuses to listen.
Heretical Heresy of Her-maphic-al Proportions
Carpets were patchy, damp and probably home to lethal pathogens. the walls were peeling. gaping holes hung in some of the plasterboard separating the apartments.
Choosy Choice
He groaned in annoyance but could only watch as what had been patchy become the majority, his feet becoming a bit broader as his toes wiggled and throbbed, merging together so that five became three on each foots, the nails growing out into proper claws that
Fox Spray
Looking at his chest, a patchy pelt colored in red and some areas white, lined his torso continuing down his stomach and hips.
Pedigree.
A thin, yet not patchy beard. purposeful. sharp steel eyes, narrowed and appraising, predatory. “you look like your uncle,” jack said, voice smooth and flat, emotionless yet not cold. “same eyes, jaw. only a little more desperate...”
Yinglet Medicine
The owner has a chipped ear and his hoary fur sparse and patchy this scav is old his stand isn't cluttered with the usual scav garbage either, instead there are these tidy little clay vials with labels on them
Into The Wildlands: Chapter IV - Pieces of the Past
Bulging eyes, sullen and scarred face, patchy, mangy fur. “look at me, erik! i'm a fucking monster!" she practically barked at him. “oh no..." it was the best thing he could come up with that wouldn't offend.
Milked of her Power
As her feathers fell out, patchy skin grew in to replace it, black and white in the colors of the cow. she shivered as she felt the power of the goddess fading, the curse speeding up as time went on.