Eight Wonderful Years
He asked, a teasing trill in his voice as he leaned down, nestling into the tresses of his lover's hair.
Sky Ocean Chapter 17
There sat corrie trill with a sweet smile on her beak as she listened intently to the bleached raven. "so how are things with harvy?" the wolf froze in place. her? they were talking about her?
Kobold Krafts (in the sky)
The whisk was in her paw as tolly continued to trill and chuckle, piercing the reptile with a look she couldn't place but made her feel like prey _in the best way._ oh… oh no, were these… _her_ eggs?
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 11: Drinks, Dragons, and Disasters
“try to hide your disdain, sweety,” lyra chuckled, leaning into him with a soft trill. “just be proud of him... for tonight.” “i guess.” pyretalon’s ears drooped.
With These Broken Wings: Chapter 9
Amber murmured softly, trilling ever so softly as she slid closer towards him. "who is rowan? is he their leader?"
Shore Leave pt.1- The Anniversary
Isthia trilled. "hey there." she softly replied. "are you ready to discuss the plan?" she listed on her side, swimming wide swaths around us. "as ready as i'll ever be." isthia turned to me. she seemed unable to speak.
Signing Up for the Tour
The phone trilled again. "think you should answer that?" "i'm sure it can go to voice mail." three rings.
File #3
"i was planning a trip to trill..." he paused for a second and then called out to the computer. "bridge..."
The Ryan Story Part VII
She pulled him up into her arms and he lay his head over her shoulder, trilling softly in distress. "it's alright, ryan, don't worry about it," she said as she pet him. "this needs to stop, ryan," allen said tiredly.
Shrika: the Hunt Begins
Eyeing him, she trilled "worse as in...?
Gilded Cage: Chapter 20
Olas flicked his tail, held his beak high as he pranced to the entrance with a trill. a bell chimed as he padded his way through the oak doors, strands with teal beads hanging down from the frame engraved with gryphon.
Darkened Skies: Chapter 30: Dragon Antics
Veledar trilled as he weaved and dodged through the field of these rocks, almost so close that he could scratch them with his wingtips as he passed.