The caved-in half was too rubble-ridden to cross through to get to the stock area, so he had to keep to the dark side of the store. long shadows were everywhere, the smell of rotten flesh as permeable as ever.
Dark, Death, Last Rites, Mild Violence, Priest, zombie
Kane grabbed the lee-enfield his grandfather left him- it was a very special rifle, with a pattern in the stock made of sanguinite, and a rechambering in the cheaper 7.62x54mm rimmed round the mosin-nagant used.
Military, Multiple Species
Not that alix needed the stockings, her long, elegant and athletic legs looked good without them. the black, short necktie was option, which was just as well sense alix hated them.
Bedroom, Character Development, Depression, Fennec, Fox, House, Plot Development, Red Fox, Sci-Fi, Science Fiction, Teenager
She tugged the second stocking into place just before the laces were sharply tugged. all the air was pressed out of her lungs and her guts were squeezed to wherever they could fit.
Dragon, Love, Princess, Romance, Story
The weapon looked primitively simple, a composite stock and forearm surrounding the alloy workings and barrel of the weapon.
Adventure, Canine, Fanfiction, Feline, Fox, Military, No-Yiff, Plot Development, Sci-Fi, Starfox, Story Progression, Story Series
Rather than go into his room as instructed, fox shrugged and stepped into the kitchen, taking stock of what could be easily heated in the microwave from the fridge before deciding on leftover pork chops from a few nights before.
Action, Adventure, Drama, Fox, James, Slippy, Starfox, falco
The mouse was sitting stock-still on the armchair, profusely sweating, eyes wide and focused on nothingness. wiesen came to her side, gently shaking her to alertness. "doctor! doctor brownell! wake up! what happened?"
Antelope, Attraction, Doctor, Dream, Female, Male, Medicine, Mouse, nightmare, pronghorn
Jason turned and saw a great furry mound in the clearing of the corn stocks, as soaked in blood as he was. he didn't have to inspect it even further to know it was dead, something inside him told him that much.
Horror, WIP, Werewolf
"it just so happens that the captain of my particular ship decided to dock here to stock up on supplies." she disappointingly looked down at the nearly empty mug in her paw. "so what about yourself? what business would you be having here in freesail?"
Adventure, Clean, Fantasy, pirates