Rebels and Empire

Cim buckled up another jacket, modeled it, before grunting and taking it off. "the stronger timeline's actually force others toward them, and their stories, culture and ideas bleed through to other timelines.

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Sea'an: On His Own

grunting heavily, he ducked his head inside his cloak as the force of his blow collapsed the mud they'd piled up down over the entrance of the hole.

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Marky in the Middle

Matt grunted as he was wrestled down by his weregarurumon fire form. "do it!" both of the digimon immediately changed back to their normal forms, as a reaction, the two fires also transformed.

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Star Wars VIII: Shadows of the Past (11)

Chewbacca, still in pain, gave a grunt of thanks to rey. "we have to get a message out to the capital ships or send a x-wing," finn said. "no use.

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Black Meridian 15: Psychic Eyes

He snapped the new canister into place with a pained grunt, flicking the blister locks shut and relaxing as the gas filled his system. there, the hardest part of his day done.

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Becoming: Part 3-A long Walk

He yelled, shocked from the sudden pull of gravity, grunted as he hit his head on the cement and once again, blacked out.

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Dawn pt.1

" _hey you got the wrong-_ " my growls and grunts were cut off as his rifle fired a bullet in my right leg, in the thigh. i cried out through high pitch whines and pathetic roaring.

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Day 12: Weapon

A grunt left my mouth as i pushed more of my weight on my stick. impassive green eyes met mine, judging me with coldness. i jumped back, tusks bared. blood pumped in my ears, my hands clutching my wooden stick.

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What Lies Beyond the Walls, Book II: Chapter 6

Tegast leaned against the tree again while grustur grunted as he climbed onto the same branch. after the beast pulled himself up, he sat down a few feet away from the rodent with his footpaws hanging in the air.

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Escaping the Storm: Part 9

Erik grunted from the big hand shoving him against the back of his chair. "it's not like you said it to a polcian, at least." "true. not that i think i would have.

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Festival, A Short Story

The leather straps of the plough dug into faoul's meaty chest as the young man grunted and pulled against the plough's weight.

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