Lysithea's Journey
The ku ku kitten in the zangula jungle has been informed of the dangers and they moved towards the swamps and the farther up regions of the jungle.
Impulse
So, to go forward, i alternate movements to left and right, am propelled through this swamp, my eyes closed, my feet dragging through the mud. i am looking for a mate.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book X Chapter 53
Despite the comparison he wasn't repulsed by the feeling, it felt like dipping your paws into a swamp, not the most pleasurable feelings in the world but since he grew up in a place where swamp was abundant this was like daily chore to him.
Freedom Fire Chapter 11: The Good
My father is a rare parusan since he didn't follow normal parusan's lifestyle, and my mother is a swamp stalker from the central west river." "a swamp stalker?! you mean your mother is..."
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Seventy Five
"there's a cranky old swamp monster over here, anyway." "what was that?" "oh, just stories, love." "mhmm." nyramyn swept one of her wings towards the burbling mire. "just kept him out of that water, or i'll drown you in it."
Mired in the Bog.... (GRIM ENDING)
The werewolf named ronther had been shivering all night as he walked through the swamp. just waiting for someone to find him and rescue him from this terrible place.
Cody's Swimming Lesson Part 2: a C.O.W boys of Moo Mesa Fanfic
The young boy was covered in green algae and smelled like a swamp . ms. lily quickly ame outside with cowlamity. she picked the boy up in her arms and hugged him tightly hugged him tightly. "you poor thing", ms.
Unknown Worlds: Chatterox's problems
No, it's the swamp. cue dramatic music please.
Journey to another world ch42
And just as the little bug let out that that silly string again, kit opened her mouth and let out something that looked like it was from the swamp.
Journal of Existence
Judging by her age and demeanor, it's very much a possibility that the old woman, eleanor, is a widow whose husband long ago was send to the swamps of vietman to fight in that horrible war and perish in the attempt.
Battle of the Bear
One night, it lost its prisoner to a swamp of a growl. normally he would tell the blabberer to put a dirty old sock in it, or throw a beer mug.
My Pen, And My Choice
He was a husk, swamped once more in his old friends self-hatred and insecurity, believing he never deserved to be happy, living in a world of constant and crippling anxiety. he had forgotten the things he used to take comfort in.