3. Matricuation
The door opened, revealing a tan woof his own age, bearing, breeding, and taste in fine clothes. "ah, daschiel. so good of you to see me. what happened to you?" "never mind that.
The Legend of the Lost City part 3.
-gd-¿por qué esto se me hace tan familiar? -sp-sera porque en las aventuras pasadas también se la pasan buscando por horas. -tn-¿qué apoco asi va ser cada vez que vayamos a buscas un cristal? -gd-pues vete acostumbrando asi es.
Recon
With his right thumb, he moved the hat upward to reveal his face, the short, dark-brown van dyke contrasting with his black-white-and-tan features. eyes half-lidded, he let a grin touch the corners of his muzzle.
Let it begin?
Our house was a brownish tan color with a two stories. the lawn left of the car was plain and cut. every other house was the same shape but with some trees in the lawn and maybe a garage or two.
Getting Ready for Church
So, don't worry 'bout it ... " her paws running her winged arms beneath his shirt, and up and down his furry, honey-tan sides. a flush from him! ears going rosy-pink. "well ... " "well?"
Mare for an Evening
_oh, dear celestia..._ _ _ that wasn't about to stop the tan stallion, however, who seated himself comfortably beside her at the bar and proceeded to introduce himself (she glassed over the name), wittering on about his life and achievements
TotWW Winter's Song
On her left was a tan rabbit with platinum hair in a long braid. across from her was a silver fox that had an aurora of being a motherly type that was probably acted more as an older sister for the group.
Under The Big Top
Suddenly she realizes what has happened and begins towards the concrete wall, her jaw still ajar and her eyebrows as high as the sky on her tanned-white forehead.
Welcome to the City
Dressed in a tan, silk shirt that fit loosely over his broad muscular shoulders and tan linen pants complete with cord tie, nearly the same color but slightly off color compared to his tawny fur.
Mistaken Identity (chpt 2)
I watched intently as different wolves passed by, most of the wolves were a dark brown, tan, or light grey. i shook my head, there was no way i was born to this pack.
Sobrevivir (Prólogo)
Solamente un pantalón negro común y corriente pero desgastado y unas botas grandes y oscuras también desgastadas, un cinturón con varios utensilios para matar o defenderse, y su arquería enganchada en su miembro superior, bueno, para él es suficiente para tan
Wolf hound special ops: the three wolfs (cap.3)
Al momento que disparó un rifle de francotirador de la más alta tecnología, pero la vista del coronel no era muy buena y los reflejos de steele eran tan buenos que logro esquivar la bala pero no salió sin ningún rasguño, un fuerte dolor y cegamiento se apoderó