Sleepover at Jake's
Brush got back inside, and the turquoise ford mercury sable wagon sped off down the road. timothy's dad was waiting on the front porch. "come on timothy, put your bike in the garage, there's a good boy." said dad.
Vadim Chapter 14: Power of the Gods
The sable canid lifted him up with ease and placed him back on the bed. "from what information i have gathered, you invaded a palace and got hit with a direct bolt of lightning from a weasel, it is quite a shame they are using their powers for evil.
Entropy Express (part 1)
Two warforged, one a decidedly female detailing, sits at a card table with a bald changeling who looks to be what his race is known for, a rogue, a red vixen win the robes of a healer, and a sable furred wolf bitch with platinum blonde hair play poker for
CinderWereFox (Chapter 1)
The scraps were very small, and he only knew the colors of a few of them, so he was careful to sew them together last of all, making himself a several copies of a his design: an argent fox, party per bend sinister sable and vert, with a chief azure decrescent
Chapter 3: Silk and Lace
They were dark gray sable, almost wolfish in appearance except that no white fur graced their forms. their limbs were black, with gray banded hairs running along the fronts of the long forelegs.
Timothy's Vacation
Just then another vehicle pulled into the driveway of the forest chalet, a green sable wagon. "oh no..." groaned timothy. "ah, here they are." timothy's dad said with glee. "matthew! thought you'd got lost or something."
Twisted Fate Prologue
It was noticed that there were odd, smoky, sable colored patches running throughout his fur.
The Narrow Road in Morning Light
As he poured a cup, she leaned forward, brushing a lock of fine sable hair away from her golden eyes. "surely there's _some_ work here. this town looks like it's at least several hundred people." "was," he corrected, setting the cup before her.
The Gamer's Crossing 8 - Fireworks and Fishing
"mmhmm," agreed sable, "i'm sure you'd fit one." "well...let's see..." the two pored over the various clothes available.
Tradewind Vs. Accord
Otherwoman--sable.
Crepuscule Rondo
On the outside of her left thigh was a sable mark that pulsated when his hand drew near, lines twisting and turning to form an emblem he knew all too well. "you were right again, master.."
Bonfire Night: A Marco and Mitch Story
Several yards away, a tower of wood burned merrily, illuminating a tall, shirtless, black-furred sable. the marten clearly worked out, but he was still only three-quarters of the size of marco, and stood slightly shorter.