The Nature of Life - Chapter 3
This memory too faded into the mists. i loved him so much, we always took care of each other, and we both loved each other dearly. we had been together ever since that day and our love for each other only grew with the passing of time.
In The Mist Of The Erie Isles - Episode 53
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WOLVES MIST - Chapter 4(.4)
"I'm not a feeble old man Bayle. I've seen more fighting than you have I'd imagine." The Grandmaster said calmly. "He's right sir," Grev spoke "You may well be a powerful individual in your own right, but we don't know what we're up against and were...
Day 26 - Swing
The orc's eyes misted up, his voice belting out the last notes of the chorus. the smoke died out under him, like a dream forgotten in the morning. the bulls trumpet took over the melody, trading quick blast of notes, like friends over glasses of beer.
Forest of Ghosts
Around her, mists built, trees sprouted from the plain and tended grass, the lake beyond grew into a bog. so taken was she by the transformation that she nearly forgot to brace for the landing.
WOLVES MIST - Chapter 4(.5)
Skye closed the door behind the others as they filed out and turned to his mentor. "There's something that bothers me sir." The grandmaster looked up at him "The spell the mage used before you blacked out?" "Yes, I haven't seen or heard of anything...
The Horselords
Far back in the mists of time, man and equine joined as one, their offspring becoming the equinis. some view this as an unholy abomination, for they are neither equine nor human, but a blending of the two.
WOLVES MIST - Chapter 2(.4)
Chris stalked through the woods, hunched over he slipped through the shadows. He was glad to be outside the confining walls of the Castle grounds. Although he'd become more accustomed to his new life in the past two months of time, he still missed his...
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His breath misting above him, disturbing the gently falling snowflakes. the few that reach his skin are turned away by the rising eddies of heat that spiral off his face. muted pops can heard, dimly registered filed and stored in his mind.
An Otter Fetish Club
Eyes misting over with lust, body trembling, paws gripping the moogle tightly robin was on the verge of screaming, head back, muzzle open, oils sliding over his fur making him sparkle and shimmer.
A Dream Realized 4
When he got back to the shore he sat against a tree and grabbed his shirt to dry mist's fur. once she was dry he set the shirt aside and started to shiver. "i was right. water is like ice." standing up he gathered his boots and and shirt.
A New Life - Land of Magic Series - Chapter 7
Of course not; mists aren't orange colored, and certainly don't gain such rapid speed. the only way he could describe it, was that it was big, fast, and it was directed at them. "toothless, what is that?" hiccup asked bewildered.