Battle - Teaser from Story
She still bled from the wound i'd given her. cleo murmured, "a dragon! it's beautiful." "ah. this is the sister. brave as my willard. so sad that the sun will rise in seven minutes." her tail whipped around and snatched up cleo and me.
Tales from a Forsaken Land
If nothing else, as it was, he would get sick and die from the rain.
History, from The First to Second Great War
from then on, tension rises from humans and augmented to force out the anthros and dragons from their nations, to the point of civil disobedience.
The Journeys of Martha, Start from Snowpoint!
She called up the stairs; she heard a groan from her mother's room. she was half awake; in another half hour she would be up and ready. martha tiptoed into her sibling's room and took an overlarge round hat from their closet.
Fallout: Tales from Vilous - Origins
The enoca offered to build massive undersea settlements, to shield them from the horrors of a nuclear war.
From Un-caring to passionate
"we'll be back in an hour" said alixa's parents as they pulled away from the curb. "aaagh" she groaned after her parents left. "whats wrong?" asked devin hearing the groan.
Tobias: A Vignette From Long Ago
from behind the dragon fanned out some university students. "some wiser students have found their true calling...''
Tales from English Class
In fact, she did take it from human slang from before anthro integration. anthros were always called "snouts" and "tails," supposedly to make us feel inferior. heh. that didn't work. anyways, my luck didn't hold. i think i said that.
Tales From The Tricolor Beguile: Introductions in Order
#1 of tales from the tricolor beguile > _the first short story of my new series, tales from the tricolor beguile!
Tales From Beast City: Prince x Gnoll bodyguard
He is too far gone to respond in the human's language but the little yelps issuing from his mouth are unequivocal.
Lon3Wulf - Born from sin
Unlike most digimon, i did not come from an egg, but from a manifestation or formation of data. the data that bore me was of a specific genre, one based off of a certain set of emotions. angst, hate, lust, fear, sin.
Tales from the Hall of Heroes, Sunfire
Argil was not conscious, bloody drool trailing from his half open mouth, but at least he was still alive. sunfire felt as if the whole world was closing in around her and she stumbled back from the gathering.