Chapter 1
"i swear by the blackened bones of rikhan ghanyr, long since scattered across the wastes, that i will tell no-one your secret. cross my heart and hope to die." she added this last bit with a smile, one that quickly vanished under his withering glare.
Mine Control
"my wife and i recently lost our homes because the sludge that comes from the waste dumping from your company breaks down the walls," another otter commented.
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waste bins.
Path of the Lion (Dramatis Personae)
**farilien:** a mercenary of the wastes. allegiance unknown. a lynx. **raldeon:** a pirate currently operating out of marinor. allegiance unknown.
Tribulations
The bartender looked like he was wiping off that bar and removing the wasted furs from the area. "hey tribual!" he shouted at me. my grogginess hadn't worn off yet, so i just ignored him when he called my name like eight more times. "bro!
Welcome to Golden Sun
And the countless raiders and marauders of the wastes will one day sweep away the old lands of the world in a blaze of war and destruction...
Dust, Blood, and Fur (Teaser)
He stared down the direction he wanted to run: over the wastes of what used to be lush forests, but was now war-torn and devoid of life. but he had to run. he had to get away. he tried to jog a little ways, but fell to all fours.
Planet Empire: Armored Chronicles
Staking up a position along the woodline using the forestation as cover, sargeant sullivan's eyes glazed at the waste that was lain before him. the open field telling its own story as pillars of black smoke billowed from burning armor.
WIP (continued)
There were seams at the neck of the armor, at the shoulders, the elbows, the waste, and at the knees, from what she could see. these places also seemed to provide the only pivot points in the armor.
Blackness O Thy Wings
I was supposed to keep the waste from clogging up; from letting the city of aves die. i noticed me and lysandora were the only ones left; until police arrived. until then, "how about an encore?" i muse.
Clown Mare 3-1
Due to the waste of the luxury that could be high quality." "milk is very expensive, especially high quality." said lady buttercup; when she shut her eyes and gave that one drop of water near her right eye that flowed down her right cheek.
Furry Fallout
In the early days... thousands were spared the horrors of the holocaust.... each in enormous underground shelters... known as vaults... but when they emerged they had only the hell of the wastes... to greet them...