Journey (The Gate)
Behind me, those doors still stand. those plain, very red doors at the foot of the mountain. those very silent doors. still stand, awaiting their next victim.
Can't Hold Us
Then flowing into those haunches and making them tight, bulging those thighs and hamstrings to the point where they looked like they were carved from glossy obsidian.
The Real Dark Master
those creatures attacked with no remorse or pity, and seemed to honestly don't care if they were going to live or die. those things were strong, and were, in fact, giving a tough battle.
Can You Blame Me?
Their lists of sins misconstrued to petty black claws used against those wishing to stay pure white. those living for themselves little caused harm. seems like those who have the best clear sight are those ignorant and blissful and calm.
The Guardian's Offerings
He heard no sound apart from those of the forest. he saw no motion. it drew all his focus, those platters with those ample piles of delicacies chopped up and portioned so wonderfully, only waiting for him to come, to enjoy them!
Gotta Be Somebody
those small grey discs looked at rava, smiling. once again getting her neck to slightly curl and those ears to blush. "you're not perfect, obviously, but... not half bad." "i just don't have the vocal cords like you or those dragonkin do.
The Wolf That Danced
The avian found himself wondering deeply as to the sound those lips might make, or what those eyes under arched brows looked like.
Brother's Quest - Chapter Four: A "Small" Helping Hand
"how come a village didn't kill those two?" he asked. kethean gave him a small smile and hesitated. "well... those two aren't normal..." he said. aleath tilted his head. "what do you mean...?"
Gothic Cathedrals
(ross swore never to own one of those. ever.)
Hot Air Balloon
It didn't take long for that panic to turn into pleasure, shifting those colored scales back into purple as those paws moved down to instinctively admire such a round and soft shape.
Lost Silhouettes
What will become of the ones left behind; those still residing on the fringe of time? what is to become of those undesired?
Prelude to Paradiso
those who are prudent and courageous, those who love truly with restraint, those bask in the sun forever. so long ago was the first person who looked to the rising light and felt undying love and devotion.