Silver Lining - 1
Could'a finished rubbing out the sleep and looked up to find yourself stumbling up that rutted dirt road to see ol' steve, late frogs still chirping, and dawn faint on the horizon. but there are no frogs.
50 Clichés | Chapter 1 FULL
On the last day of me and jess's little rut, i get a message which i'll settle on as an apology for both of us.
A Question of Succession
Johnathan road ginny down the rutted gravel drive, flanked on either side by ragged orchard trees that once, long ago had looked majestic. now they were unattended to and wild.
My First Party - Chapter 1: Memories
Dash had finally snapped her out of her rut. the pegasus briefly joined in with pinkie's laughter. "so i guess you liked my song, huh?"
The Long Haul
Yeah, i know damn well the feeling of wanting to get out of this damn rut." chester's head slumped to side and his eyes began to close. hudson holstered his weapon and sighed. "anna, ready the sick bay.
The Big Question
It wasn't right to call it a rut really since the two of them had always been something like this.
Ookami no Sanctuary
His nose caught an updraft of wind and the scents carried by it were as delectable as they were comforting; the rich smell of roasted foods, meat fresh from a kill, spice from a sweaty male and the musk of rutting not to mention dozens of wolves.
Volcanic
The question had been asked so many times in the last twenty-two months, it had become like a well-worn rut in an old, country road. it always led to the same place and never wavered. the old fox shook her head, nonetheless.
Ghost in the Stones 1 - Ghost and Rabbit
After a moment, he seemed to come to a decision, and ran the blade of the knife across the ball of his thumb, squeezing out a nice, full drop that he let fall into the shallow rut of one of the runes.
Prayer and Demon 12 - Returning to the MIssion
Beneath the sparkling blanket, the rock was grooved and rutted from the acidic runoff, gathering into a pool in the center of the room. "fine," the rabbit sighed, waving the smaller male away, "go help them finish sorting the trade goods.
In the Service of Mystery (Pt. 25)
It was a family of rhebok, pushing a smallish cart along the rutted road. the lion let out a guttural, triumphant roar and dropped his spear.
The Family Vulpes Chp3
Val wasn't normally the type of vixen to give in to a pred looking for a quick, cheap rut.