Leaving Starhold
"i wanted to speak with you for a moment, in my capacity as the moor." her room was the same general size as the lynx's, differently furnished and differently divided.
Poem for my Deceased Lover
Seven days had passed when i heard you died, a missive in the warm morning hours, dawn rose, and no one said how i should go on, or ford this moor without my only guide.
Echoes of the Deep
#16 of poetry as seen in my writer's blog: http://sirenscoast.wordpress.com/2013/06/11/echoes-of-the-deep/ we met one summer's eve a time before i learned to grieve you had taken to the shore your ship, the maiden, had just been moored i recall
A Home Away From Home - Chapter 1: Alone In a Sea of People
Mark moore, aka thalyn chatnoir, the resident gothkat (tm) of the fandom, back with my first cohesive work of fiction in a long time.
A Silent Soul- Chapter 19
moore, it's considered polite that once you find your seat to not move around and disturb others too much." she scolded both of us.
To Be Keeper
“can you all find something to moor this craft to the bank? i'm going to get it out of the mud and we don't want it floating away by itself, do we?"
Biographies
- jackson moore from a young age, jackson has always described himself as 'mechanically inclined'.
Ferrets can’t rig. Badgers can’t pull
He could see a couple of other airships floating on tethers from the mooring poles topping the tall buildings on the inland side of the city. the boat slipped past the moorings of badgertown.
The Trial of the Lost
moore?" koru asked quietly, looking over at the doctor questioningly.
Ferrets can’t rig. Badgers can’t pull.
He could see a couple of other airships floating on tethers from the mooring poles topping the tall buildings on the inland side of the city. the boat slipped past the moorings of badgertown.
A Curtain Falls Over Furdom 48: Recognize
moore wasn't though, rolling his eyes while chatting with ms. stoss. what a force of nature. she was like a hardass-version of siku radi. i hadn't thought of her in days... weeks? my heart sank.
The Stonehouse Mysteries 1.3 - The Malicious Masquerade
I looked back over the moors, although the view did not improve things at all. the beaters seemed to be heading out again and i raised my gun in anticipation. at that moment i heard del yell out my name, so i turned to look.