What Lies Beyond the Walls, Book II: Chapter 8
"i agree with the vole here." "i'm not leavin' 'til log-a-log is dead," said benrath. "we..._i_ can't let him live any longer. i can't run away knowin' he's out there ruinin' everybeast else's lives." "good!
Riparian
Felt her heartbeat through ... all of it, and ... " ... but, uh ... " the vole swallowed. "uh, i ... i wanna kiss for a bit." eye-smiling delightedly, aria nodded her head. "i have no objections."
Late-Night Calls
The vole stood, holding out his paw. "i'm well-used to your bein' rabbity. and, believe me, we'll have no problem making love. i don't think i'll have any trouble holding you warm and dear."
The Broken Union - Chapter 1
Nesokia, beetles, grasshoppers and voles were spread out on a tall stone, ready to munch down. “are you two joining me or do i stuff myself full?" he offered a nesokia to nabu, who pulled back immediately. “i think i'll pass."
Twin River Mysteries - A Curious Case of Lovers in Limbo - Chapter 5
"now—i know that you and my friend don't have the most stellar of histories…" midnight stifled a sound that sounded like a dying vole caught in her throat. "...but she's taken on a job on my behalf.
Zistopia: Inner City Blues Chapter 8
Below it, a movie theater-like board lists the upcoming attractions: the 17th: jerry vole, the 21st: ray snarles, the 28th: marten gaye. the only thing listed for tonight is open mic night.
An Exponential Noon
The vole scurried after, and a bit past her. and was on the other side before she was. "you are panting." "i had to scurry!" "had to?" eyes on his. ice-blue to hazel. "yes," he defended. "i did not hop across the street.
Unlikely Alliance- Chapter 15
Finally after getting enough of an idea of where it is i pounce and manage to find some sort of vole between my teeth. i play with it for a moment or two before chowing down on it.
Magical Mayhem Sorcerous Familiar Chapter three: That familiar feeling!
With anti-vermin spells keeping most areas free of mice, voles, and other rodents that would otherwise infest the city, hunting would become an all but impossible prospect. even for the most skilled of cats.
Five Liters
"i'll take that as a no," the vole said. the flying squirrel sighed. "well, i checked the computer. she's in her quarters. i guess she's on the night shift. so, she sleeps during the day." pause.
Out of Touch
As modino nodded he suddenly saw someone come up to them out of the corner of his vision, the bull stepping back as a rather small vole man came up to the muscular horse. "what are you doing?"
No Sloe Gin Tonight
The vole. the meadow mouse. the artist. the writer, and the photographer. the rural soul. her mate. his fire burned her like a favorite song. he moved like smoke in her eyes.