Dragon Storm: Chapter 37: Kill or be Killed: Panic in Fur Dreams City!

A dingo said. "we heard there is a resistance group somewhere!" a duck said. "..................." a cloaked dragon remained silent. "okay, i guess it couldn't help! the resistance group is a little ways behind us." bris said.

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wander ~ Chapter 26

Being third orchestra, they were just toeing the line between _eh_ and _good_; during their second piece, dad nudged me and pointed to another dingo on cello, and quietly said "that could've been you".

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Ch 8 Eyes of a Child

Two people; one which appeared to be a jackal while the other looked more like a dingo, entered the room. both wore a type of armor on their upper torso with a sliver badge attached to a black armband on each arm.

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Hawt Proxy Part 3

Welp, it's over. And at long last, I get to work on a real story again! Yay! Now I can put all my concentration into that, right up until the Olympics start. Then it's gonna be pretty hit or miss, but it'll give me a chance to play "How much of a novel...

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Here, There Be Dragons - Ch. 5 - Catbulgar and a Stowaway

Alison ran through the wet streets. Mars's artificial rain poured down around her, and she could hear the steps of those running after her echo off the empty alley she just exited. Her tail flicked in agitation against the rainwater. She checked her...

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D.E1 Crossover - Chapter Eight

They are dingoes." "they look like caniderans..." yukiomaru muttered so low that no one heard him. "if k9 isn't available, and you have any doubts on our systems or any device, ask me or my brother." kala said.

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Broken Pieces. Chapter Twenty.

Weasels, bears, cheetahs, badgers, dingo's, otters, several types of felines and jackals... it didn't matter. if your diet required you to eat meat? then you were lumped together with the rest.

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Nightworld 05: Still Alive

Jaro followed his gaze to where the muscle bound dingo rested, squatting in the shadows at the edge of the room. she was tinkering with some large weapon, a determined expression on her face. "i suppose not. but still, we got fucking lucky man."

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Short Story I

Once he reached the ground floor, he broke into a sprint, knocking over a hapless she-dingo and the cup of coffee she sipped from. he shouted an apology as he ran past, quietly taking it back when she started yelling slurs after him.

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