I charged down into the fray, screaming my battle cry. the first opponent was one of strength but not speed. i quickly thrust my naginata into his chest. it cut through his armor like butter. and pierced his heart, it was a death blow.
Death, Fox, Love, Lynx, M/F, Plot Development, Tiger
There, but it was what was inside the gazebo that drew him to it while everyone else was running away, screaming. it was a fox, but that was not the only thing. the fox had some sort of military uniform on but from where it was hard to tell as it was torn, frayed
Civil war, Male, Musket, Story Progression, Story Series, Victor
Dirt flying in the air and tracers flying over the field, she looks toward a group of foxes pushing forward into the fray. a sense of pride washes over her and she wipes her tears.
"as long as one of us still fights, there is a hope."
Fox, Intro, Side Story, Vixen, War
Considering she had been in the middle of the fray, she was relatively unharmed. taking on an entire troop of those orcs would be impressive in a group of five or six, but alone was unbelievable. though, she did lose her helm.
Cow, Shark, War
He charged back into the fray, trying his damnedest to keep the bandits back, but he couldn't. there were too many, and a sharp lucky blow to the back of his head sent him stumbling to the ground, the halberd clanging on the dirt.
Fantasy, Magic, No-Yiff, SFW, Skyclaw Story, Tigerwolf
Covered in a frayed jumper, which butters manages, as they walk on closer, to notice the singed tips and the odd discolouring on the jumper's side, stained with something that the dim flame cannot reveal.
Alternative timeline, Squirel, creepy, deity
The pilot ejecting into the fray. his wings beat once, then folded in. descending once more through the clouds. a beeping sound started to repeat in his ear and he glanced behind him. two missiles had curved out of nowhere and shot towards him.
Draolf, Fighting, Jets, air force, dreaming, elements
His skin was pale, his hair was frayed and looked as if it hasn't been washed in weeks. there were multiple signs of deep gashes and cuts spread over his body. they looked slightly healed, but he could tell that they were relatively new.
Mystery, Transformation, confusion
Belching again with a beak liberally dotted with flecks of steadily melting ice cream his tongue was now seeking, he returned to the fray himself; _time for a little lesson in league!_
Belly, Collaboration, Fatfur, Food, Gamer bed, League of Legends, Lucius, Obese, Owl, Owltaku, Story, YCH, art, eating, gaming, gluttony, immobile