Shifting
It was a stark light gray compared to the dark blacks and grays of the rest of her fur. the patches had connected across her body and were now lengthening to cover her entirely in waves around her neck and chest and upper arms.
Runaway
I am drew, a fourteen year old grey furred wolf and orphan. as i was running it started raining.not a drizzle, i mean full on downpour. i needed shelter, so when i got to the city i looked for any warehouses or abandoned buildings.
Chapter 7: The Papers
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Chapter 5: The PARK
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Filling the Role - Part 2
Filling the Role - Part 2 Stepping out of the car, Benjamin noted how it seemed to be riding rather low to the ground as of late. He made a mental note to check on the suspension later to ensure nothing was amiss. Or was it the shocks he needed to...
Color Blind
Not in his new home, poor and grey, and certainly not in himself, equally poor and grey. it was almost alien, looking at himself.
Blood on Ice - Chapter Nine
Chapter Nine - A Successful Hunt We had moved from the bridge nearly an hour ago. Midnight and I stayed following behind Alec while he led us over the unfamiliar terrain. The roots of trees would sometimes trip us, or we'd step on something sharp that...
Furtasia: Thladiran Pantheon
One of the species that I've developed most in my fantasy world of Furtasia, is a wolf-like people I call 'Thladirans'. They're built off of wolf-like races that I usually played many years ago when I played role-playing games. I developed a culture...
Star Fox Reborn Chapter Two
"you gotta eat," marcus strafesk said, pushing gray's head down toward his plate. "geddoff," gray growled, pushing marcus away. "you gotta eat," marcus replied, throwing his hands up innocently.
The Bar at the End of Time
My father had grounded me for leaving, which was something I had become accustomed to. After all, there wasn't a lot of difference between being locked in a house and being locked in a room. I ate my meals on my sofa, slept through most of the day,...
Meeting Him
They were a terrifying grey, like a storm ready to murder, like the glint of a knife, like the static on a tv after it had been executed. emotionless. cold. ruthless.