David's dog days
David sat wringing his hands together nervously as he heard their boots stomping along the passage outside until finally the door swung open to reveal two large mice.
Galran Rewards - Sendak
Answered three voices in tandem, followed by boots stomping. prorok was among them? if sendak hadn't had his mouth occupied, he would have snickered. instead, he smiled.
Chapter 1 - Heat
Time seemed to slow for harley, his boots stomping though debris, the sound of slow deep pants echoing in his sealed helmet. the hallway was hot and choked for air.
Make Him Feel Pretty
"that's hot," he said, then departed without another word, his tail slithering behind him as his boots stomped progressively quieter into the distance. logan remained motionless until long after he'd lost all sense of time.
Hometown: Rough Ride
Black boots stomp toward me and his badge glints in the low light. he’s like an older version of jim, except far more muscular; a wall of fur and raw power. i recognize him as the football coach, is he a deputy now?
A Warm Place
That's why i wasn't surprised when the sergeant climbed to the ramparts, his heavy fur boots stomping deep into the snow as he did.
A Bandit's Punishment
The poor coyote whimpered as he struggled against his restraints, the sound of budd's boots stomping in his general direction.
All Caged Up
Aaron's steps were heavy from the alcohol, and the leather boots stomped hard on the living room carpet.
Cell 4A
Brick grunted and started to struggle, twisting around, knees up, boots stomped onto the ground. with a few more struggles, the musclebound tiger finally managed to stomp one boot \*behind\* the handcuff chain.
The Scent of Man (M/M)
"you don't really have to talk like that if you don't want to," he said, stepping out into the center of the room with a subdued boot stomp.
BUSTED! Part 3
He groaned as he slowly tried to get up only to have a big high heel boot stomp on his chest and pin him back down to the floor. "morning, lover. hope you slept well?" ruby said, her signature toothy grin back on her face.
My Little Huntress (WIFWOLF)
From eleanor's misfortune, with her smaller body she now ate far less food meaning our rations would hold out longer than i had planned \>still, they would eventually run out if we couldn't find any game \>this fact weighed heavy on my mind as my boot stomped