Becoming the Djinii - by Digitalpotato
He felt his comb and wattle heat up, as peter grasped fire between his hands. he felt a ball in his hands... from where, he did not care. he tossed it at the reflection.
I'll pop in and out for a quick visit!
Isn't the most sensitive spot i've got, and curling it around like that sort of screws up any fine control i'd have of it, but i was wriggling it around, squirming it deeper into the crack and under his stubby furry tail, when he stopped playing with my wattles
Laid Off
Little did he know that these were a head comb and wattles. his mouth began to harden pushing out into a beak as his head bobs up and down slightly. trying to resist, but failing.
A Day at the Beach
She had a bright red bit hanging off to the sides of her beak and you vaguely recalled that they were called wattles. on the top of her head, she had an even larger red part, almost like hair, hanging off the side of her head.
Investigation - Act 1
Most walls were mere wattle and daub and there was certainly no glass in the windows. a young man with a moderately clean apron was collecting woollen and fur rugs from around the fire pit.
A Game of Hyde and Seek - Part One
Carys was immediately on it, the wattle thudding it back with a hard hit. the armadillo on the other side was the first to bounce the ball, and was met with a smack forward by her bull terrier teammate.
The Silent Rain 4 - One Who Does Not Exist
The beast before them was enormous, a good 40 feet long of swarthy ridged skin and thick rippling wattled chin that vibrated the very earth around him as he squatted in a large hollow tree trunk amidst the thickest bullrushes.
Strangers and Rumors (Story)
Their eyes followed the packed street, hemmed in on either side by multi-storied buildings of wattle and daub, split and quiet as a figure made his way through. a large reptilian form slithered its way through the partition made for it.
Life Changing News
Her heavy neck wattle dragged on the surface of her chest. she didn't hear anything. "fredrick?!" she called. still nothing. pricilla eased her head forward again and took a heavy breath through her mouth.
Slaughter at Stringybark Creek - Chapter Seven -
A mottled shadow stepped from the shade beneath a wattle tree, then pale paws encircled owen's neck and interlaced over his chest, before the dark nose nuzzled the clydesdale's left cheek.
NEW FRIEND, NEW COMPANION!
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In the Service of Mystery (Pt. 17)
The school was not there and neither was the vicarage, the houses were different: a kind of wattle and daub, half-timbered construction with thatched roofs.