Normae: Nation Profile
When the eight brothers, the men who led the eight clans that survived the war and birth of the human god, it was said that nor and mae, one a child of vardic, of the nadoric and the other of cestamak, were wed, and in the custom of the children of hesmaslan
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book IX Chapter 16
The edges of the medallion perfectly matched the form of the burns. "hope?"
Chapter 5 - The Grandmaster of Sarthas
#16 of the grandmaster of sarthas after an hour of questions and answers by the ever-curious usagi, bianca was finally coming to the end of the list of curiosities about the young female kitsune.
The Tale of Mortibe from the Song of Hannari
And so mortibe climbed to the top of mount chalada, that high place where the stem of the earth touches the tree of ages, and climbed even the stem of the earth to the bough of the highest places.
Cake for a Snake
What followed was a series of near-narcissistic groans and moans of bliss at the taste of his own cooking. exclamations of "oh god, so gooood" and less coherent sounds of approval all mixed together with the joyful wiggle of his backside as his weight shifted
Doggy (Vore, Dog/Squirrel, F/m)
The sound of the dog's bark sent millions of volts of fear throughout his body, his spine stiffening in the wake of such electric terror.
Going West
Home to many of the cat people of the west and crown jewel of the settled people of the red desert.
[TF] A Scent of Rubber and Rust
There was no sign of synapsis anymore, except for the last few tiny patches of blue fur that rubberized over, the disappearance of the last patch triggering the activation of its glowing, electric red eyes.
The Queen's Feast
Cuts of meat, massive piles of pasta, spreads of exotic fruits, whole wheels of cheeses, plates of bread, huge barrels of drinks from the world over... and no chairs, of course, save for the throne.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book X Chapter 35
#250 of the legend of spyro: path of delusions chapter 35 the bars of their cell returned swiftly to their gloomy shade, indicating quite clearly that the window where the bars behave out of their original purpose is a short one.
"From Whom All Blessings Flow," Part H
In the name of all of elfhame who have died, crushed beneath the footpads of the skunks of albric tor, i, myself, avenge you!"]