Let sleeping monsters lie chapter 4

... that she ate whatever rat that managed to get into the store. She hoped the rats wouldn't be too much of a bother for him when she was gone... While he was still knealt down, she sat up on her hindlegs and nuzzled, licking at his face with a small whine as if to say 'I'm going to miss you'.. Then, when a customer opened the door to get in, she set off and disappeared out the door, running off ...

Rite of Cleansing in the Umbra

...by his bowl. His fur bristles with nerves as he breathes deeply, inhaling the sweet incense-smoke.| Patches chitters to himself, clawed coonhands balling into fists and then unballing again as he remains on his hindlegs, eyes fixed on the heavens. Wind-Brother's response is a quick roar, ~DO NOT break the cardinal directions. The rest of you - prepare for battle!~ A meaningful look is offered to ...

5

.... Paws his kids head, getting him to stop just in time to prevent death. Or at least, broken bones.* Yuma: *ears flattening against to her head, she whined pitifully, tail tucked between her hindlegs* "...Gebo-kun...." *dropping down, she draped her forelegs over her head with a whimper.* Gebo: *waves, other hand held over his heart as if to slow down the beating* "Hello Yuma-san." Yuma: *...

How It's Done

... the time, but there comes a time when every young weyrling sees how reasonable it is to be attentive. For Rhenzeth, this is it. Everything about Dallianth's movements - where her forepaws are, how her hindlegs are positioned, her tail, her neck, every minimalistic flex and extension of her pinions...the bronze takes it all in, and when she's done he releases his thoughtful grip he's taken on the ...

C'mon baby do the locomotion

..., though I suppose it could be Mother Nature's way of balancing things... or some such. Anyway, pangolin-based locomotion seems entirely plausible, though I'd have to adjust the positioning and angling of my hindlegs, something I'd been meaning to do anyway. Also, I'll look weird. Yay. The other thing that I did was run into a very likely candidate for my Lion king Fanart Archive fursona, since ...

Of weyrlings

... for scrubbing. "A real one." Wendra smiles faintly. "I agree heartily with all of those. A good clutch or two with the promise of more would go such a long way to improving everything, especially morale." L'dor nods. "Certainly would. Right, I've got to finish this dragon before I freeze solid. Clear skies, Wendra." He turns his attention to Banyth's hindlegs, out of sight of the weyrling.

...full flight. He opens twenty-one lengths. He increases that to twenty-two. He is running easily. Nor is the form deteriorating. There remains the pendulumlike stride of the forelegs and the drive of the hindlegs, the pumping of the shoulders and the neck, the rise and dip of the head. He makes sense of all the mystical pageant rites of blood through which he has evolved as distillate, a climactic ...

Thrice Lucky Frog, by Lobelia (fairy tale challenge)

... a frog. He had a green permeable skin, vomerine teeth on the roof of his mouth, strong long hindlegs, and a tongue that curled round towards the back of his throat. Rodney McKay hadn't always been a...me? "C'mere, you green slime ball." Without ado, the human picked up Rodney -- he wiggled his hindlegs --, lifted him to face-level and planted a wet, noisy smacker right on Rodney's nose. Rodney ...

A god awful tie (ch 12/?) (pt2)

... all were so large, so empty, so icy cold, and so resplendent! Mirth never reigned there; there was never even a little bear-ball, with the storm for music, while the polar bears went on their hindlegs and showed off their steps. Never a little tea-party of white young lady foxes; vast, cold, and empty were the halls of the Snow Queen. The northern-lights shone with such precision that one could ...

Patrolcat will have you up on noise ordinances

There is *nothing* that confuses and baffles Roland so much as my descant recorder. You know that Monty Python 'Confuse-A-Cat' sketch? He rubs my knees, he stands up on his hindlegs (*not* something Roland likes to do if he can avoid it) to bat at the instrument, he meows plaintively and often. He purrs each time I stop. I don't think he hates it so much as he's really really perplexed by the ...