Ch. 1 - Une vielle barraque
# Chien Errant ## Une vielle barraque Cela faisait un moment que j'errais sans trop de but, si ce n'est de m'éloigner des villes, en pleine campagne. Au fil de mon errance, je me rendais compte que si par le passé les gens avaient été plus ouverts et...
D-Day
Military trucks ground to a halt and evacuees, french like me, slammed shaking paws on to the horns of cars, which were plastered with mud. the furs and families were white-eyed with fear behind the wheel and so they should be.
Into The Wildlands: Chapter XXIII - On The Road Again
But she spoke french. he hadn't heard french in so long, he almost didn't recognize it. unfortunately for him, it wasn't a language he really understood, even the local dialects.
Legio Para Nostra, Chapter 1
I had joined the french foreign legion two years before in hopes of making a fresh start. after passing thru basic training i was attached to the 2nd rei parachute regiment, for more training.
Chapter Four
I empty my pockets and place the coke can, granola bar, ring, and phone on my dresser, and then take off my clothes until at last i'm in my french boxers.
In Parties (pt. 3 of Full Transfer)
"french," dary corrected, in a deep, resonant voice that was not at all french. his outfit was strewn with decorative jewelry chains and tassled epaulets and cake-frosting white leather gloves.
That Others May Live
"bonne" said a french soldier, "salute" said one in roman armor, and others waved or clapped their hands.
Starlua enters the world of Second Life
Likes hugging and small talk(and french kisses) and intelligent people. faves chatting of issues, weather, literature, art, culture and comes to terms with any kind of life forms second life world may present. music taste is all.
Ch. 3 - Vive le roi !
# Chien Errant ## Vive le roi ! Ça faisait longtemps que je n'avais pas eu de nouvelle du monde, en dehors des rares personnes qui avait daigné m'adresser la parole. Heureusement, les radios ne sont pas encore passé au « tout numérique »...
Exciting Meet-Up
Eventually, it turns into a french kiss. i can't help but mur into it. i lift his shirt a little and stroke the fur on his back. when we eventually break the kiss, i ask, "how did you know i love french kissing?"
Kami no kokoro-prologe
He walks slowly, still waking up to this bright new day, and decides that making the day great would include making some french toast for breakfast. it's his favorite, and making it is almost as easy and automatic as checking his i-phone for messages.
"The Gift" Stephanie's Storyline, Chapter 9.2
There's still some breakfast ready for you-- french toast... your favorite!"