Stories in Jasper: The Beginning
Once again, the soft pile of pine needles that composed his bed were scattered all over the cave floor. "damn those nightmares," he muttered to himself as he used his fluffy tail to sweep them back into a pile.
Scotch Pine
Shades of orange, pink, red, blue, and green, of course, washing (in luminosity) the drying pine-needles, softening their quick-scented sharpness.
Cedar Doodle 1 - A trip to the wilds
The forrest floor where he knelt was a mix of fallen pine needles, broken branches, and brown leaves, all of which were mid-decomposition.
Invisible Wings, 2/4
And i wasn't; my knees had been skinned, through my pants, and i was wiping dirt and pine needles from my chin where i'd faceplanted. my hand came back with some blood on it, and i looked down and saw my hurt knees, and then they all started to sting.
Short and Sweet Dream Story
The cave was fairly empty with the exception of what appeared to be a large bed made out of pine needles. the wolf set the raccoon down next to the bed, and then went behind a rock to pull out a large, thick fur blanket.
Random Encounter.txt
Nearing his secret place, he saw something bright red between the leaves and pine needles. edmond stopped and leaned down, moving his head slightly to get a better view. it was an atv, but the driver was no where in sight.
Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 77
He could smell the sweet fragrance of burning pine needles. all he had to do was fall forward, and it would all be over. all he had to do was... fall asleep. yes, that was a better way to think of it. it was just falling asleep...
Were-Roscoe - Meet the Weredog Character
A heavy paw lands on your chest, pinning you to the dirt and pine needles. in the flickering lamplight and pale moon glow, you can see the werewolf's dark pelt, interrupted by a splash of brighter fur across his face in a mask that looks...
Faolan (Remastered)
The sensations of tiny pine needles under his paw pads, diverse scents unlike those found in his confinement, from the smell of morning dew to the aromas of wildflowers in a pristine meadow.
group therapy Part 8
He liked hugs and the smell of pine needles. when i was just a pup, i would bring him out into the forest to give him both." mortar sniffled. "and i loved the lil' guy so much." ryan smiled.
Campfire
Pancakes with bugs and pine needles, juice left over for years. the cubs giggled and found no bugs, just some pollen in the batter. the juice was fine, but the idea was cool. the flowers were dried and some were put into bowls to be ground.
Hunting Party
- but fell back to the pine needle-littered earth. i had never seen such a beast, and for some reason, it fascinated me. "no! leave it be, it's not doing anything to us. lower your weapon, marco," i said in a stern tone.