Ch.3 The Citadel
She is a furry which were created by cerberus to be shock troops, but abandoned after a staged coup.
Ch.4 Needle in a Haystack
She is a furry which were created by cerberus to be shock troops, but abandoned after a staged coup.
The Remembrance of Wolves Howl
The Remembrance of Wolves Howl The moon lit night, the radiant light which shows the silhouettes the wolves of the everlasting sky night which blooms the red veil of the eternal rose of love Throughout the sky of memories the wolves dance, seeing the...
A Cheetah's Race
A blur of the rising sun, the wind rushing against his smooth yellow fur. His breaths quick with each step forward, his heart racing in time with the world. Each step becomes quicker, each step closer to his spot in the world. A moment in...
The Last Breeze: Poem
Poem The Last Breeze The winds blew through the hearts of the young souls, yet the young heart yet known the hidden words locked within his soul Within the airs of tomorrow, the winds howl within the ever knowing night sky, feeling the everlasting...
Phantom Chronicles:Chapter 3
"well i was thinking cerberus after the greek myth but fur-ball works to i guess...also more fun to say" said suzaku "great now that's cleared up...i need fucking ideas!" i screamed intentionally in my head.
Phantom Chronicles: Chapter 3
_'well i was thinking cerberus after the greek myth but fur-ball works to i guess...also more fun to say!'_ said suzaku with an amused tone coming in. _'great now that that's cleared up...i need fucking ideas!'
Sheylyra's Toybox, Ch. 2
. ~~~~~ september 28, 2013 saturday morning came, and sheylyra walked into the cerberus center at chimera prep right at eleven forty-five, with lucrezia in tow.
Cry havoc!
Zem selam's cerberus was sending tracers streaking back the way they'd came; she started to pick the machine gun up, but as soon as she saw chris lift the dog into his arms she set it down again, taking careful aim and laying down a roar of suppressive
Courrez aux combats
Every time a threat indicator popped up on her screen it was followed swiftly by the buzzing roar of the cerberus machine guns the _espatier_ used -- fifty rounds a second, rending the air in streams of hot metal.
My Sword, My Clan 19 - His Darkest Hour
_" "_jeane slaps down a cerberus with fayne bringing up his deathclaw and they cancel each other out! nothing taken!