The Passionate Alpha to His Mate
Anyone who is familiar with "the passionate shepard to his love" by christopher marlowe will recognize how this poem was formed.
Putting A Hop in His Step
The word slid off of his tongue coldly, his disdain for david's kind clearly apparent in his tone.
A Puppy and his Ice Cream
his skip was all in cheer and glee~. his path was merry and golden, his skips nice and tappy on the hard slabs~.
The fox and his bunny gamer
Alex said turning away and setting up his system again since he had to use the dvd player "oh my god!" dani had screamed out and alex felt small arms wrap around his furry slim body "d-dani?"
"He's moving on with his life."
I feel him slip away to his new life, and my eyes shut tightly, trying to process a snapshot, the last masterpiece within his gallery.
Jet: His (short) history
Me and were managed by ourselves until we found out wolf was planning to take over my body because his limitations in his was too much for him. he hoped that with a body that could change into different forms he could do whatever he wanted.
Hanging Over his Head
Dreams of two lovers hanging over his head hanging over his head are half-conjured images of desires, of a rose in a shire, whose outlook is dire, of doves flying home, that never grow
His Destiny (part 4)
We decided to sleep that little time we still had before sunrise and umbreon and his squad says that they would have looked around to be sure that there was nobody else around there and so we got to sleep.
His Only Happy Ending
Right about then his computer beeped. he looked up at the screen, it was his instant messenger. he pried himself off the bed and instead slumped into the chair at his computer station.
The Dragon Guards His Treasure
Heart of fire no cure to his ferocity no peace to his desire but when he releases his greed for the passion that he bears he'll see a new light shining from the gems that he shares and if she can see through fire --the ruby red, the emerald
His Destiny (part 3)
The 1st problem wast pretty simple to resolve we dragged lucky near the fire and we used the juice/pulp of the sitrus berry to cover his wounds, nothing much but that worked because he opened his eyes and said: \
His Destiny (part 2)
\> but that was too late the golduck said to his minons \