Yet we continued running no matter our limit until we saw the light on the opposing side of us, peaking through the cracks of the forest trees. breaking through the branches and such as we ran.
Comedy, Folk, Forest, Wolf, funny, slapstick
She continued forth with a confident stride until she was peaking her snout into his books, checking the spines for the ones she knew.
Adventure, Claws, Dragon, Dragoness, Fantasy, Female, Feral, Flirtation, Fremra, Male, Medieval, Non-Anthro, Paws, Plot Development, Ramakox, Scales, ScalesandHonor, Series, Story, Story Progression, Story Series, Wings
His pecks were swelling, his small nipples starting to grow and peaking out through his fur.
the feline reached out, touching the black nipples as they peaked out of the white fur. the touch felt good, making him purr very softly.
BHM, Herm, Male, Transgender, Weight Gain, XWG
As the crow flies
over the hills and mountains
there it lies
the thing we've been searching for our entire lives
we've went through hell and back for this thing
so it better be worth the pain
the stars never looked so bright
the moon never peaked
Avian, Experimental, Poem, experiment, prose
Then came a day when i was on the watch
of evening, as the autumn slipped away
and winter crept down from the mountain peaks
to which it had retreated. i saw light
go dim, as if with swift-obscuring cloud.
Epic, Iambic pentameter, Poetry, blank verse
His curiosity was peaked as he ran his thumb over the wider length, undoing a small hook holding a sliding piece of wood adorned with the golden sigil of the dragon council, with the artisan's hammer painted below it.
Age Difference, Anthropomorphic, Cigarette, Dragon, Fantasy, Fox, Gift, Hug, Hugging, Hugs, Modern, Multiple Species, Rat, Rodent, SFW, Smoking, Summer, Weapon, knife
Up
up
the cliffside i ran, until i was out of breath
that summer when the world was but a little town -
and you, a giant
- waiting for me by the waves
i could never reach the mountain's peak -
i was never strong,
though my legs could walk for aeons
Poem, Poetry
Be joyous that others can experience joy
my outer kind peaks, as i rarely do,
be silent that mothers can recount the story.
story of my life, one of clouds and thunderstorms.
M/solo, No-Yiff, Not Depressing this time!, Poetry
Artemis basically barked at him as bradley halled ass and took off running down the sidewalk as the lane siblings and the other wolves had peaked out from two big bushes as alex was recording the whole thing on his phone.
Magic, Series, Wolf
Depression is an insidious curse; among other things, having done its damnedest to convince me my writing was amateurish and subpar, that i'd peaked in 2015-16 and might as well give up trying to reclaim any past glory (let alone strive for better
Journal, Thoughts, writing