Autumn Woods - Finale
Those worried eyes sparkled in the sunlight a beautiful emerald green that rye loved. unable to move rye could only watch cloud for a few moments until cloud finally looked up into rye's eyes. "rye?"
Tropical Revised - Chapter Eight
Soft chirping noises breached rye's bedroom, carried upon the back of a chilled breeze, which rustled rye out of his slumber and away from a very pleasant dream. uncertain of which memories were a dream or real, rye was slow to open his eyes and awake.
Tropical Revised - Chapter Nine
Asked rye, glancing from the pool to the sea of sand. "if we're able to go for a swim if it gets too hot," cloud answered, following rye onto the sand. "of course," commented rye.
Tropical Revised - Chapter Four
rye took the opportunity and lunged at the apple. "no!" with cloud's paw holding rye back, the otter managed to move the apple out of rye's reach just in time, and he practically fell on the white otter.
To Nanna's House or Bust (part 1 of 2)
rye was looking for "himself" when he went on a pilgrimage to the united kingdom, where exactly i forgot.
Foxburrow: Chapter 2
rye had made it to the main road by now. nothing looked familiar, but rye figured they'd find something eventually. a car whizzes by, causing rye's fur to blow back and making them squint.
Chapter 10: Ruining the Moment
He nodded and moved to him quickly.** **"let's get you home, rye: you need a nap." rye smiled a little back and try to wiggle free of the husky's grip.** **"i can walk home on my own.....oof!"
Bohemian Blasphemy
(anyway the wind blows) i don't want some rye i sometimes wish i've never been home at all. i see a little shivered rat of a bit scataboosh, scataboosh, will you do the tango. voltage is frightening, screaming, screaming bite me.
Motes Played — Chapter 3
rye just said it was “sour and sweet and unpleasant" and praiseworthy would not try it at all. now i can compare it to passion fruit and try new things." “rye is always too polite," motes said, grinning. “but i like her." it nodded.
Chapter 10- ruining the moment
He nodded and moved to him quickly.** **"let's get you home, rye: you need a nap." rye smiled a little back and try to wiggle free of the husky's grip.** **"i can walk home on my own.....oof!"
Bordered: Part One
rye often wanted to be like dimitry, fast, strong, and could hold out in a fight if he had to. rye was much younger than dimitry but they were best friends. rye had never known his parents and being a fox-furin, he never really wanted too.
Spring Fever world building
By contrast jenny's family is from new caen where a hybrid french cuisine is more popular, but her favorite food is something locally called a hot breton, a sandwich made on a long rye bun with spicy fried shrimp, onions cooked in beef broth, tartar sauce