Thirty minutes later, jonathan slumped the few hundred yards over to a tree to get some shade. it was only eighty degrees but to him it felt like a few hundred.
Puma, Transformation, deserted
"and to you, too, jonathan." he rolled, swirling around the ruby red rocker of wine. "for all the accomplishments, all the advancements that you've provided for our fine city."
Android, Doberman, Female, Fighting, Greyhound1211, Kilroy was here, Lion, Lynx, Male, Metal, Music-inspired, Poisoning, Robot, Robotic reveal, Robotics, Short, Story, White, Wolf, damage, droid, enemies, heavy, murder
Captain jonathan m. talbot was not happy about it at all, he had flown in to n.a.s. oceana only two days ago, to a whole lot of fanfare and hoopla, over his victory just two weeks before that.
Action, Drama, Fighting
She did her best at a pirouette, then winked at jonathan before giving him a nudge with her shoulder. "gotta run!"
jonathan shook his head and waved a large hand as she went about her business, and him about his.
Badger, Canine, Character Development, Mouse, Rabbit, Rat, Science Fiction, Thievery, chase
"and this is our synthetics and mechanics technician, jonathan korbas." the wolf idly waved from his seat looking back to the monitor and growling a little. solaski then indicated a stack of papers on the desk.
Bunny, Cuddling, Fox, No-Yiff, Rabbit, Rat, Sci-Fi, Science, Story Series, Wolf
'the vengeance of the fox' by jonathan timely. a simple novel about his ancestors and their fight against their natural enemies foxes. of course times had changed since then and now all of moran was at peace.
so this is where the story begins.
Fox, Hare, Short Story
And by gang, my dad says it was consist of him, your dad, a blastoise named bernard, a tyranitar named henry, jonathan's father, a gengar named gregory, and the luxray, lucius.
Charmeleon, Pokemon, Riolu, Story Progression, Story Series
My name is jonathan williams. i'm a eurasian wolf, 6' 2", green eyes, and mostly gray fur peppered with reddish brown.
Gay, denial, realization
"you must be jonathan moose," he said in a deep tenor, shaking hands with joe. "i am travis huxley, owner and manager of barjocks. make yourself comfortable." he gestured towards a worn green leather wing-back chair.
Story, Story Series, Various Species