Savannah Blues part 11
#12 of savannah blues savannah blues (11) by roofles isaac pumped the last three out between groans and grunts, biting his lip for the last one as his muscles screamed in protest as he finally locked it on the bar above and crumpled panting loudly
Savannah Blues part 15
#16 of savannah blues savannah blues (15) by roofles even after dialing the number, calling and arranging a "greet and meet" isaac was still befundled as to what was happening before him.
Savannah Blues part 14
#15 of savannah blues savannah blues (14) by roofles "so, what's this all about?" ralph placed the hyena down pulling up a chair from him. the zebra looked over his shoulder at two guys playing pool.
Savannah Blues Part 4
#5 of savannah blues savannah blues (4) by roofles isaac was lagging behind as jack sprinted ahead stopping at the corner to wave back at him. the streets were beginning to grow dark as the sun set behind the tall looming buildings.
Savannah Blues part 8
Seem rather blue." "oh ha, funny. haven't heard that before." isaac stuck his tongue out. the hyena's fur was a light gray with flecks of blue all throughout it. giving it a blue tint in the right light. "i'm fine.
Savannah Blues Part 2
#3 of savannah blues savannah blues part 2 by roofles "you're one to talk." isaac halfheartedly laughed back. "i'm bi," the dog clarified very gentleman like half bowing as he spoke.
Savannah Blues Part 1
#2 of savannah blues savannah blues by roofles chapter one isaac wasn't sure why he agreed to this whole ordeal. the chore alone of getting out of the dorm was a task in itself.
Savannah Blues part 18
#19 of savannah blues savannah blues part 18 by roofles "it's been a while." ralph said pushing the seat in front of him back with a hooved paw for the hyena.
The Life The Went To Hell Part 1.
Foyote looked at himself in the mirror while he but his blue and black shirt on and tied his long wavy blue and red hair back into a pony tail. "i have to look good for tonight" he thought to himself buttoning his shirt.
Electroluxe!, Chapter Nine.
\>the inside of the oven glows a soft blue. \>adjusting… \>there, back to white spotlights. \>wearing your emotions on your face could be a little bothersome, but it made it easier for your owner to read you, our trainer said.
When the Grid Became Real: part 1
blue shook his head and paced around red a few times. "it's the fact that you can not tell me what to do is what is bothering you. you have no control over me.", blue said. red grimaced and approached blue, touching his hand to blue's chest.
A Blue Morning
Some mornings are just that: blue. but an equine touch can make it better, if only a little, in the sweet rhyme of routine. --- a personal piece. some mornings are just blue, but routine helps me move forward.