For the Good of All
The taller got the two long leaves of thistle, each spanning across his palm. he handed one leaf to the shorter, as everyone watched.
The Furry Dead Chapter XVI - Sparks
thistle didn't want to sleep. he wanted to get up and kiss her, hold her paws, hug her close and swear to protect her from what was coming.
The Horned Lord (Trade)
The trail continued through a patch of thistles, and every so often iver had to pull his ill-fitting trousers back up to keep the thorny plants from pulling them down as he struggled through them.
Flora: Work Date
Jasmby made a move and toyle flinched, but instead of punching him, the thistle tiger presented the broken remnants of the camera he had used to take pictures of them. "so...i trust both of you understand why i'm here.
Not Even the Lightning Bugs
"thistles are the worst. even when you're wearing gloves," field went, trailing. the honey-tan mouse worked at an apple orchard/farm market a mile from their rural home. another pause.
No CGI (female) 8
Spiky weeds and thistles scratched her flanks and muzzle. thorns tried to break her scales, but her skin was tougher than that. this is where her body was designed to live. being in her element made her feel alive.
Commission: Dressed for War Part 1
Said the thistle tiger with narrowed eyes. toyle yawned, "gee, i don't know about that. listen, anyone care to step up and back me up here? that dress is better served in a salad, right?"
Tales of Valora - Book 1, Chapter 3: Of Dragons and Men
Some time passes, weaving through trees and thistle, avoiding notice of the occasional guard sprawled across the forest, before finally reaching the cave.
With Catlike Tread--Lynx TF
Before noven could flee, the door to the hut burst open, revealing a middle-aged elf in rough clothing made of woven grass, adorned with thistles and vines. “what's this? an uninvited guest?"
The Forgotten 6: Rebirth
They crashed through the thistle together and he moved his head up to grip his jaws right at the curve of his daughters throat before he relaxed the hold on the lightening inside of him. it crackled out against her body and past his teeth.
Wylde Fyre - Chapter Ten
With both red and thistle to contend with for space, there were a lot of wedged-in elbows and knees, and stepping on each others' feet and tails.
The White Tiger
I sighed as the familiar smell of thistles and clover blossoms wafted past my broad, tigerish nostrils. i gave a satisfied snort and picked up the pace, almost out of the cold.