Kaiju ga Gotoku 9.1 - A Call Against Bastardom
"we have evidence," said reed scratching his snout, "we just have to show it to all of kaijurocho at the same time."
To Your Own Defences
Suddenly the reeds disappeared. the foxes stumbled into a large clearing cut into the wetlands.
Kaiju ga Gotoku 7.7 - Disappeared
"don't jinx it," reed looked back, "wait until we're at the hideout, then we can relax."
"The Thin Line," Part AA
I had retrieved the reed and leftover dried peas, and was on the verge of using them, when i saw a frail old mephitess, quite openly, raise a reed of her own and clip the bull square between the eyes.
The Cursed
There was no way that she didn't hear me stumbling up through the reeds and tripping in the mud. i scrabbled at the earth, pulling myself up the slick earth.
Kaiju ga Gotoku 1.7 - The Unseen Path
"agreed," said reed limping forwards, "we got bigger punks to catch, you should be thankful we don't drag you in."
War of the Third Demon Part 1: Scars, Rubble and Diamond (preview)
After a minute, vinusto lifted the reeds over the doorway, exiting in nothing but a white cloth tunic that reached down to his knees.
Zootopia: ZCOPS Sea Knights part 2 last part
Your boat master license says chris reed, is that correct? chris reed from savanna square? scene: the puma nods. lou: you realize we have to take you into custody? how serious this is?
A Crude Man's Prayer
._ _the way we're put together works just fine for our carnal needs,_ _we'll shape it how we want to by the water, in the reeds._ _you be mine pet, i'll be yours, mate, we'll take all we can get._ _let's twist our forms the way we want, and never hold
Raven's Demons
_and i don't want to know the look on their faces when they see i've returned after doing whatever the heck jett and reed probably told them i did!
Ragnarok - V
Often he like silver flash of scales under the reeds, a slab of muscle singly bent to speed, would dart under descending sword, and drift with seemed effortlessness just out of reach and somehow surface from behind to strike.
Writing Exercise 1- Make Me a Suit.
The whisper issuing forth from the gaunt little man was akin to rustling of dead reeds in a winter breeze. some would think he had lost his voice, that he was ill or perhaps fearful of being overheard. they would be wrong.