Rocky Mountain Times (Chapter 2)
She was wearing baggy, olive drab, snow pants and a rust orange tank top base layer. jen sat down next to her and poured herself a bowl of raisin bran. sam turned to her, "i put out your voodoos.
At the Bistro
"just couvert" tj said, showing them a table wheel thingie with slots for olives, breed and various things to put on them like butter or anchovies. "i could live off these" sam chuckled, putting fish paste on dark, textured bread.
The End of the SWAT Kats! Part Eight
A large chopper painted in olive drab and bearing a stylized "k" on the sides flew in and touched down on the runaway that stretched out below. the army. "what's the army doing here...?" she wondered aloud. mills and talon looked over.
The Consequences
That was when he found himself faced with another sickleclaw, a light-green one with olive-green strips and turquoise-blue eyes. it was sylvia. she growled at him, but only for one second, then her eyes widened, along with hyp's.
The Birth of a Phoenix (Chapter 1) (Draft 2)
I have long, shaggy red hair, curly; and olive skin and short yet broad physique with a lithe and agile build. my tail is long and tufted at the end like that of a lion. my eyes are large and green and almond shaped.
The Slayer and the Sphinx: Chapter Eighteen
A turkey pickled in olive juice, a flying cucumber plant, and a quarter the size of kentucky. if sarah had gotten into the tower, she already had everything she needed to get into the archive.
A Wolf's Melancholy
oliver was much stronger than eric had first anticipated as he felt himself getting pulled free. he snarled in anger and he tried to break out of the adult's grip.
Comrade Riders, One: Major Event Callout
The flat black 1970 charger was once something that came out of the dump lot, originally burnt orange with a dark olive green cover.
A New Season - Chapter 1
"samantha oliver, will you marry me?"
Code Drop: Reception
His claw tapped on the olive surface. she tensed, ears flicking up. "i'd prefer you not take my stove apart. you remember the fridge dream i told you about." "i seem to recall you enjoyed that dream." he waggled his eyebrows her way.
Blind Date Part III
In her normal, yet lusty voice, she rebuts, "i'll have the cheese stuffed ravioli in virgin olive oil, and he wants the fettuchini alfredo, light on the mushrooms and extra sauce." nodding in agreement, the waiter leaves.
Enter the Cat-Prolouge
He could easily identify the olive drab soviet uniform adorned with all manner of medals. strangely absent of any damage from the corrosive environment. his enemies face remained obscured by the darkness. "vietnam was it? 101st special operations group?