Crocs of the Leather Stick Together 13 - Keen-Eyed Killer

A more freshwater marsh to him should be more thriving with life, but instead it felt more dead than the galleon-laden polluted mire of before.

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A Saxhleel Story: Prelude

#1 of a saxhleel story a prelude to ej's life story it was a typical night in the marsh. the two moons hung brightly in the sky illuminating a small rain soaked village. the native lizard folk milled around, going about their typical nightly routines.

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Chapter Five

Nadirah directed the golem carefully through the developing marsh, doing her best to avoid the pools of standing water and sucking mud.

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Dimensional Balance Chapter 4: An Ominous Wind

Shawn had flipped through a brochure on the great marsh on the city's outskirts as he relaxed in bed, but hadn't really seen any reason to go there.

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Kovu and Mipa: Mipa's Demons

Only just as quickly as he'd found his way out of the marsh, he became trapped in this explosion of life. kovu pushed leaved as broad as his shoulders away from his face, spluttering.

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Dodger: Continuation

She is a young aspiring argonian writer who just left her home in black marsh to research human criminal society for her first book. after a disastrous adventure where she attempted to “buy a cocaine”, she escaped a group of slave traders/drug dealers.

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The Assassin's Dark Tales-Chapter IV: Welcome to the Family

A beautiful female with glossy green and almost pink scales that solemnly spoke of her age but a deceptive beauty, easily camouflaged in a forest or marsh like most argonians, silk veils hung from her horn-crest elegantly.

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Revaremek The Resplendent: Chapter Six

The entire flock of sheep was streaming through the hole he'd made in the fence, then sprinting down the lane towards the marsh. _how unfortunate._ he'd best blame that on the girl, too.

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Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Forty Four

. \*\*\*\*\* when mother stirred, the hatchling awoke from dreams of storms and marshes and resplendent green dragons. he blinked bleary bronze eyes, lost in reverie for a moment. had he dreamt of his father?

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Weekend trip

marsh. thanks for bailing us out of a jam." "no problem, i had a great time. i hope jack gets better, i am too old to do this kind of stuff." said joe, looking at his daughter.

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