It depicted a slightly balding middle-aged man with glasses.
- is this it? doens't seem really helpful as far as finding missing persons is concerned...
- i know. but you see, time's running out pretty fast.
Magic, cult, missing, professor
The middle-aged slovenian woman, wearing her combat armor of ceramic plates and toting a backpack full of radios, stood meters below the height of her commander's shoulders as only a diminutive fraction of the lithuanian dragon's size.
Dragon, Dragoness, Future, Military, Sci-Fi, Story Series, War
A man, most likely middle aged one at that, was apparently waiting for me there.
- well, now this is a sight for the sore eyes. he greeted and offered me a hug. i politely declined.
- if you put it that way.
hope, truth
A middle-aged doe, with orange fur and short blond hair, which was clutching the hand of a similarly colored fawn, that was frightened. tears clearly trickled down his face as he held up a bag of snacks they must had just bought.
Anthro, Bovine, Comedy, Short Story, Slice of Life
He was middle-aged, but he was hardy. as a vagrant shrew, there was no other way. fernando was fairly small as comes with being one of this species, but this made him no less fierce a warrior.
Anthro, Fantasy, Old world, Shrew, Vagrant
'simpletons', muttered an middle-aged man. the girl they smiled at, the man they winked at.
the lock clicked as its key was turned, jingling slightly as it was tossed into a small basket near the door afterwards.
Emotional, Fiction, Meeting, Passion, Romance, genderless
The middle aged foxan growled at his young nephew, "don't you dare lie to me you insolent whelp. get your rear end out there and start feeding the livestock." he ordered with an ice cold glare, pointing to a large sack of feed.
Arctic Fox, Clean, Fantasy, Fox, Love, M/F
A bluish, fluffy, middle-aged cow with long hair that was slightly brighter than her fur. she was holding a small bottle of an orange liquid that the bull knew well, and a straw.
mana: what a surprise, tom.
tom: yeah.
Anthro, Bovine, Short Story, Slice of Life, wholesome
The first file came up, a middle aged grey coyote with dark brown hair and his left ear partially chewed off. he was wearing a singlet that stated, 'always bring grenades' while holding a beer and smiling broadly at something.
No-Yiff, Sci-Fi, Story Progression, Story Series, Vixen