Good Boy!
The foreign men who had visited the market square, with their sun-baked skin and strange, exciting accents, hailing from the far-off land of afrik, had brought this curious creature with them. it looked like a queer amalgamation of a cat and a dog.
The Night He Danced His Way Into My Heart
I couldn't hail a single one, and every one i did hail, someone else had run into it. i had to walk my way all the way to the workplace in my suit. by the time i got there, it was drenched in my sweat and-god-the smell.
The green hills
Captain, i recommend we open hailing frequencies." i had not the first clue how to accomplish this, of course. "then... do so?" "frequencies open."
Typheks Origins
He has been hailed by even early aborigines for bringing rain in africa and hailed as a sun god. his mythology is twisted as it is diverse, mangled between the chords of many interpretations and speculations.
A Patient Death 02: Let the Dead Judge
"hail!" erasmus called, raising a paw in greeting. the figure stopped in place a few metres from them, watching. when they spoke, the voice was muffled, giving away no clues of species or gender. "hail thee!
Stellar Wayfarer: Three
hail the approaching vessel ensign. captain, send word to the maribisu about possible danger. they really need to hurry with their repairs."
A Prince's Tail
"hail the king! hail the king! hail the king!" they celebrate euphorically, while scar smiles with his perfect plan. simba runs alone and stops in an area with few animals. "this looks like a good place."
Ander - Part 3: Subchapter 41
Maybe, after years and years of rain and snow and hail and wind, maybe... maybe they would be able to hold hands again, deep beneath the earth. this thought was grim, but also soothing, in a way. he didn't feel like he should be trying anymore.
Identity: Chapter Fifty-Five
#56 of identity a serial killer is on the loose in the city of san fernando, long hailed as a haven for gay people.
Identity: Chapter Eighteen
#19 of identity a serial killer is on the loose in the city of san fernando, long hailed as a haven for gay people.
My life as a furry (Away to boarding school)
Ian grabbed his stuff and got off the plane once he got to the street he hailed a taxi. he put his stuff in the taxi then got in and closed the door and buckled up. "where to?"
Wolfie Steel, Assassin/Bodyguard for hire, part 19.
The car pulls away amidst a hail of bullets, after a few seconds, and some fancy driving, we lose the furs in black. as planned, we now head to 87's final resting place, the disused warehouse, just outside of london.