The Master Of Thieves

Prologue: The Promise :\</ 22 years ago \>: _"Did you know, that if two people make a promise under a blossoming tree, that it will always come true?" She asked him, her purple fur almost shining in the moonlight._ _"Come on, you know that's just a...

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Mine Control

He set out the meal for his uncle; a slightly older, slightly bigger mixed-breed canine. "you need your strength, uncle. eat up." "you fuss over me too much, sender," the older canine commented.

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Keeping Secrets

Author Comments: This is my first ever finished story. Like all my work, I'm none too proud of it, but I uploaded it due to requests from a friend. May continue it, maybe not, depends on the response it gets I guess. At any rate, hope you enjoy it. *...

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Rain's Lullaby Chapter 2

Authors note: I thought I'd finally post this after a little bit of re-writing. I'm not sure if I'll continue any further then this, however. I kinda started this story on the wrong foot, if you know what I mean. Anyway, enjoy it while it...

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Chapter 1 Incident

One of the medics asked she turned her gaze to the source of the voice to find a male canine xerlian. "tired, is it possible to repair my leg so i may go home today?" the medic examined the wound and looked puzzled but soon after nodded his head.

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The Disappearing Act

Warning...Oh come now, do you really need a warning if you're on this site?? Author Note: Well, this is it, chapter one. I plan on extending this many chapters, expect many many annoying cliffhangers. Anyway, that's about all I can say. All characters,...

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The Days and the Seasons

Together the two canines laughed, tails wagging. that was, guiscard thought, all one could do with life at times, to laugh at it, and make from it a story. "ah judoc," laughed armand, "you know no vixen would marry you now; you are far too ugly."

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A story about Lars

Lars recognises her canine. "you speak canine. i shouldn't be surprised," he responds in canine. "yes, i do. we are both canines after all," she says. "you look like you're from the north.

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Fluffybutt Prose Poem: Shep

When it comes to career cred, Shep holds the monopoly on it. The "dog of duty," as he is known (quite literally) among his colleagues, is the lead recruiting officer behind the army of his home country Sheperdinia, the estate broker who designed the...

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Roadtrip

The always-stretching, ever-distant road. One could say that the feeling that it kept on going forever could induce calm in anyone that looked at, or even dared to try to feel the experience of walking along it. Much in the same vein, it could be...

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Live Cargo

"I don't take on live cargo." Cici reached under the collar of her jumpsuit and scratched the dense fur beneath. "What else you got?" The spaceport lighting made a kiln of her radiation resistant suit. She flattened triangle Corgi ears against her...

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