Blood, Sweat, and Diesel: Chapter 9
darren said. "we got any spare weapons?" darren asked the sharpshooters. "here's my sidearm." jameson said, handing darren a revolver. "you take this, jas." darren said, handing the weapon to his companion.
Diapers & Drunks Ch.3
Then the mole looked in darren's ears, and made funny faces as he peered into darren's eyes. darren's mouth turned up a little as he grinned slightly. "there we go," said the doctor softly, patting the skunk on his chest lightly.
Blood, Sweat, and Diesel: Chapter 3
He pulled darren to his feet and they sprinted on the dark street, darren with one eye over his shoulder.
Blood, Sweat, and Diesel: Chapter 10
darren set upon him instantly, first with his fists (darren had never been fond of his claws), bashing his victim's face over and over.
First Contact - Illustrated!
darren had outgrown his own space ship.
Blood, Sweat, and Diesel: Chapter 8
darren replied, as they walked out, heading for lars's old truck. "you'll have to tell me all about what happened. we need a plan." darren took the passenger side.
Darren and Travis' first story
darren: but- travis: dude, were both impulsive, too impulsive, that's literally how we met... darren: ... travis: look ratzo; i'm sorry for all this, i just was an ass with you. ratzo: it's ok travis: eh? darren: ah?
Blood, Sweat, and Diesel: Chapter 7 (Revised)
It was a big enough change to make it come to darren's waning attention, though. the sound was still faint, tugging at the edges of darren's auditory range. quiet though it was, darren knew exactly what it was.
Blood, Sweat, and Diesel: Chapter 11
darren's my name." darren said, trying to decipher the look on the other's face. "darren is going to be my liaison, and he'll be the one co-ordinating our actions here." lars said.
Breaking in Modruk: The Date
Max let darren become as overtly affectionate as he wanted.
For Charity
darren took that advice quite literally. he was huge.
Furry Saints Row
darren smiled greatly, "thank you, what room?" "just down the hall, room 247 on the left." "thanks," darren ran to the room and slowly opened the door and he knocked on the door. "frank?" "h-hey darren...."