~ her shoulders slumping against the inside of the ill fitting suit jacket, watching down to her sibling, the younger sister could only muster, "i have no words for this."
Funeral, Rabbits, Sisters
"a neutral mechanical voice is not fitting of a young lady."
"yes miss" i said out of reflex before the entire statement hit me. young lady? just what were they going to do?
Cub, Diapers, Fox, Male, No-Yiff, Transformation
Milo had to wait only a couple more minutes before the hyena emerged from the bathroom, dressed in his own pyjamas of an ill-fitting chimpz shirt and the form-fitting boxer-briefs he had been wearing throughout that day.
"ooh! surprisingly toasty!"
Cheetah, Chubby, Fat, Fatfur, Feeding, Food, Hyena, Obese, School trip, Size Difference, Teenagers, Weight Gain, Winter, skiing
fitted to the ship's weapon hardpoints are seven pairs of 425mm railguns and a single pair of heavy missile launchers.
Dragon, chat, description
Disgrace is a fitting title.
carve it through my chest;
do so with a smile.
the moment is for the taking,
it happens only once;
a mere blink would be ruining.
face down in the pit, i lay,
a tattered, quiet mess.
Depressing, Did I say depressed, Dramatic, Fox, Male, Poem, Rhyme, Sporadic, depressed, hound, hound fox
A fitting end, i think. i do believe this is the end to this particular wolf's story, although i plan to write more. i hope you enjoy.
Happy, Wolf, closure