An Oil Painting
She was a wolverine kaed thought, that member of the mustelid that was mostly murder claws and bad temper. still they would do, they were alive and kaed could smell them from here, he was even salivating a bit in anticipation.
Fair Tales
Sasuke snarled slightly in response while kaji just glared at the mustelid. neither appreciated that treatment, and in that moment they both knew the agreement to not eat patrons of the fair was off.
Trigger Effect
Jerry Bunting knew how to drive, although he'd never owned a car. Something about cars was vaguely unnatural in his mind, as the use of a car contravenes that law of nature which holds that the paws should be in contact with the ground when traveling....
Perceptional - Pt 4: Are you the doorman?
Morning came. All of his effort was for naught. Whoever was here would be miles away. Peter kicked a nearby tree in frustration, suddenly grateful for having put on boots before heading out. It had been a couple of hours since it happened, and he had...
While the Lights Were Out
The car forged a lonely path down the unplowed street, the crunch of tires on snow muffled by the foot of powder that had accumulated over the last few hours. The car's headlights illuminated bright cones of thick flakes still falling from the dark...
Pilot
# Pilot (Nick) > _Like all good things_ > _"The mission comes first."_ * * * The most noteworthy thing about OPIA's headquarters, I would say, is that the operations deck has its own elevator; it's impossible to miss the gigantic column that dwarfs...
Returning Home
Going home always bugged me. It was always a cab across town, buying a ticket for the train, travelling half a day on rails and then catching a handful of buses to get to the bizarrely situated little town of Arcadia. Taking a bus back every year to...
Quiet Voices
**_Saturday Afternoon_** Emmanuel had run at a maintenance pace for the past five or six kilometers, enjoying the fresh air of the country rather than the less-than-pleasant air of the city or the canned air of an indoor track. Running was his...
Members
The mustelid slid down his throat with little fanfare or aid. the eating was now becoming mechanical for zero as he just wanted it to end. he was reveling in being so full, but even a gainer of his grandiose size had their limits.
Chapter 10 - Halftime
Sabrina mustelidae is copyright eric w. schwartz. james sheppard, rhonda badger, lilian bartholomew, and gypsy coyote are copyright james bruner. marvin badger is copyright james bruner after a description by chris yost.
The Truth Within - Ch. 1 : Fantasy
The gesture brought out a chuckle from the mustelid. "at ease soldier. don't need ya doing that now. get your rest." he did as he was instructed. "also, i should thank you for, uh, saving my life there." "don't mention it.
Hero, Chapter 7 - Snap, Crackle, and
Can never tell you mustelids apart." "yeah... ow... can you stop poking me with that stick?" "that's no stick, honey. there's no stick sharp as a genuine one hundred percent eagle beak.