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His eyes went to predatory mode, following my every movement. The gold flecks in his eyes gleamed.
I was going to have to burn him again. I could see it in his eyes.
Were-cats and their constant need to poke and bat at things.
An injured lion still wants to roar.
I heard the telltale sound of scales scraping against metal
a light swoosh, a tongue flickering out to taste the stale and humid air. Whatever it was, my prey was tasting for me.
Brushed the side of his hand! Slut!
Someone hurt my monster.
The five-foot blade crushed Strabonus' casque and skull, and the king's charger reared screaming, hurling a limp and sprawling corpse from the saddle. A great cry went up from the host, which faltered and gave back.
If the claws didn't retract, cats would be like Velcro
The finger cut, to save the hand.
way it sounded, scraping and scuffling
Fucking hell! The lioness won. She got a burst of speed and let the bones crack, muscles tense, and skin turned to fur so flawlessly, she didn't slow. Now she ran on all fours. A loud hiss escaped from her lioness. Pissed wasn't even the word at this point. Andi wanted blood. Someone
Battle, n., A method of untying with the teeth a political knot that would not yield to the tongue.
So ... I suggest you try and get control over your more unusual nature, see if you can't coax those claws away, and I'll try very, very hard not to throw up over what's left of your shoes. How does that sound?
Still, who knew how the old mountain took retribution for having its insides clawed out.
He was going to have permanent scars in his palms in the shape of his finger nails if he wasn't careful. His hand was forgetting how to form any shape but a frustrated fist.
Someone's magic was cleaving.
carefully negotiated his way
The Tippoo's life seemed charmed. He stepped in blood, but none of it was his and it seemed as though he could not die, but only kill, and so he did, cold-bloodedly, deliberately, exultantly defending his city and his dream against the barbarians who had come to snatch his tiger throne.
Fraidy-cats could only be pushed so far before they hissed and bared their claws.
His toes groped out awkwardly as if they were odds and ends hastily collected from some discount charnel house. As a child, they'd curled down in sleek harmony. Where had his good toes run off to?
He saw that Jesper was staring at his hands. "What were you expecting?" Kaz growled.
"Claws, at least,"Jesper said, shifting his gaze to his own bony feet. "Possibly a spiny thumb.
One scrawny straggler, inching its way toward me like a tiger focused on prey. I must have looked incredibly savory, for it ignored the beaming lights blinding its searing red eyes and headed right toward me. For a half-starved beast, it was incredibly fast, its body looking bony and malnourished.
Fingering spots where they had been torn or punctured by boarhound teeth.
She was like a wild animal who didn't know whether to come to the outstretched hand or to flee and kept making startled little rushes, first in one direction and then in the other.
There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws.
Black, scorched scars crossed the battlefield as if a god's claws had swept down to join the slaughter.
smacking his fist into
I don't want to be a kitten anymore. Give me my honorary claws so I can become a lion.
Breath and caught the
Even if you buy a fur glove with the little trim, and you think 'Oh, my God, it's just a little trim,' that animal got clubbed.
in his mouth he had a holder of his own contrivance which enabled him to smoke two cigars at once. But undoubtedly the grimmest part of him was his iron claw. Let
The match was a short one. The mountain brute received several gashes across his flesh that bled profusely, but the fight came to an abrupt halt when he cleaved the whip-wielding arm from his opponent's body. The crowd cheered, some cringed, and others bathed the stands in their lunch.
the wrinkled sleeve of the head
They had me on my back.
And then they all swarmed at once.
Bony hands pawed at me. The grunts and groans rang in my ears.
I screamed as their sharp fingers punctured my chest - and ripped it open.
I kept screaming as they lowered their ugly heads and began to feed.
On New York's Palm restaurant: Their steaks are often good, but the
lobsters-with claws the size of Arnold Schwarzenegger's forearms-are as glazed and tough as most of the customers.
My other hand?' Lopen said. 'The one that was cut off long ago, eaten by a fearsome beast? It is making a rude gesture toward you right now. I thought you would want to know, so you can prepare to be insulted.
they chewed on the cud.
The thumbs have been pricked, at least proverbially.
A finger had to be cut, to save the hand.
lion looking for someone to devour.
Meaning to ask, where'd all them scratches come from? Lookin like you had yourself a knife fight with a dwarf, aye?
Curran struck at my wrist. His fingers were cat-quick, but I had spent my life honing my reflexes, and he missed.
"Well, look at that." I studied my free wrist. "Denied. Good-bye
I have business to conduct in the language of fur and claw.
screwed her courage to the sticking place
The contest is a lion fight. So chin up, put your shoulders back, walk proud, strut a little. Don't lick your wounds. Celebrate them. The scars you bear are the sign of a competitor. You're in a lion's fight. Just because you didn't win doesn't mean you don't know how to roar.
what Tigerstar was trying to
She woke to Terak's claws raking through her hair and her body deliciously sore, well-used in the best sense.
I jounced the limb.
Life has played her like a cat weaving between her legs, pretending to be tame, friendly, before sinking its claws into soft, vulnerable flesh.
The cat walked stiffly round a leg of the table with tail on high. - Mkgnao! - O, there you are, Mr Bloom said, turning from the fire. The cat mewed in answer and stalked again stiffly round a leg of the table, mewing. Just how she stalks over my writingtable. Prr. Scratch my head. Prr.
a furtive groove
It snapped in juicy protest.
Duchess's knee, while plates and dishes crashed around it
once more the shriek of the Gryphon, the squeaking of the Lizard's slate-pencil, and the choking of the suppressed guinea-pigs, filled the air, mixed up with the
Pulling back, like a savage carnivore at its prey, it tore a large chunk of meat rendering his left arm useless...regardless he did not require it for long.
He lost a finger. A finger! Why, I once had a Sherpa who guided me across the Himalayas with his small intestines hanging out of his gut
in winter!
Blind loving wrestling touch, sheath'd hooded sharp-tooth'd touch!
Did it make you ache so, leaving me?
The beast lunged forward and grabbed up two townsfolk in its gaping maw. It munched down on them, extinguishing their screams in an instant. Blood oozed past its teeth and down its chin as it swallowed.
Resentments, carried too far, expose us to a fate analogous to that of the fish-hawk, when he strikes his talons too deep into a fish beyond his capacity to lift, and is carried under and drowned by it.
And once again we plighted our troth,
And titter'd, caress'd, kiss'd so dearly.
A madness of tender caressing seized her. She purred as a tiger might have done, while she undulated like a snake.
I must stop him from being one of those who call themselves good because they have no claws.
He stabbed a sharp-nailed digit in the direction of the Shattered Straits,
This is a fairy tale with teeth and claws.
I'm sorry. But it's like you said, Emma ... I don't have any claws.
Unable to help herself, she cupped
He that has cut the claws of the lion will not feel quite secure until he has also drawn his teeth.
Wriggled to avoid the lump that always seemed directly under
A wounded tiger is a dangerous beast.
Tabby warrior looked like a baby crow with a black frill
What do you call a slap that's waiting an inch away from your cheek refusing to back away? A caress
Horne Fisher stooped and touched
Bone and gristle of his nose crunch. He raised
Shoved your knee where, princess?" "His parts. You know.
As the sasquatch swung its claws down, Noah threw
She leaped onto the serpent's head and scratched and growled like a really angry black wig.
Slowly, with a look of intense concentration, he got up and advanced on me ... put out a front paw, and stroked my cheek as I used to stoke his chops. A human caress from a cat. I felt very meagre and ill-educated that I could not purr.
It looked like a bird - in the same way that a wolf looked like a lapdog.
With a few exceptions, birds are not to be trusted; it is not normal to have such soft, vulnerable bodies bookended with slashing beaks and razor-sharp claws. It is as unnatural as an armed marshmallow.
We are wooed, then mocked, plagued like Amfortas, King of the Grail Knights, by a wound refusing heal.
placed my hand there to control its throbbing. I
What he saw destroyed his sanity in one clawing stroke.
Reepicheep: Unhand the tail. Aslan the Great gave me this tail and no one, repeat, no one, touches the tail. Period, exclamation mark!
The claw / Of the magnolia, / Drunk on its own secrets, / Asks nothing of life.
So you do have some claws after all!' (Wyea)
'You have no idea,' Ren responded and charged.
The further from law you move, the closer to claw you come.
After you get stung, you can't get unstung
no matter how much you whine about it.
It was about three feet wide and stippled
A hand fought best when it made a fist.
Ah, hissed Neeve, plump but strangely elegant as she sat beside Blue on the wall. Blue was struck again, as she had been struck the first time she'd met Neeve, by her oddly lovely hands. Chubby wrists led to soft, child-like palms and slender fingers with oval nails.
Tomorrow, we see how skilled you are, claws against steel.
With a paring knife she hacked off her waist-length hair just below the chin. Kit felt a shiver of misgiving. How would she net a talking fish now, or tether a dragon? How would she escape from her tower?
So you weren't just jealous? She licked the claw once more. Perhaps a little. Eragon
Ringil lifted his right hand as if it pained him, put it slowly and wonderingly up to his shoulder and touched the pommel of his sword like, well, like he was caressing someone's prick, to be honest.
stopped, gasping at the air. The nail turned
You bastard! Let me down!"
"Not on your life, beauty." The godlen claw gripped her tighter. "You get hurt, he'll kill me. Now quiet. I'm trying not to vomit."
Gwenvael to Annwyl
ameliorative. He climbed
Passive...Aggressive...Pussy.
Hope may or may not be a Thing with Feathers. But it's definitely a Thing with Claws.
You're upset. Who upset you? Tell me, and I'll bite him."
"No biting."
"Little nibbles?"
"No."
"Ferocious licks?"
"Ew.
Gripped her waist but
When the lion is wounded do not stroke its mare.