Cloudy Waters Mansion - Part 1
He shared his room with a freshman chameleon named roc and a slightly older goat called oliver. the two were sound asleep in their beds, and roya crawled under his own sheets again.
Chapter 2 - "The fag or the fur?"
"just three caipirinhas and a beer for now, oliver." said dubas in an extremely usual way. as the waiter, oliver, got away, du looked at me and said "looks like that fresh piece of furry meat over here is making some success among the guys, huh?"
A changing Encounter: Chapter 1:
I like my olive-drab t-shirt, and my olive-drab sweater. they're comfortable, and warm, and they remind me of the army. and stuff like that. which is pretty cool. over that, i often wear my parka coat. atleast, i think it's called a parka.
A Multitude of Stars... Chapter 5
"i am staff sergeant oliver and this is professor dunham, head of the aerospace defense committee.
Chasing the Sun - Chapter 40: Overflowing
"go eat something, oliver. you didn't eat breakfast." he didn't hear the ibex's answer as he was already crossing the street and into the station.
It All Started (Part 1)
"my name's oliver, but you can call me ollie if you want." the husky giggled in the cutest way, and he took my paw with a soft grip. "you can call me cody," he said. "it's very nice to meet you ollie!"
Suncrest - Chapter 18
A few were similar to olive and lucile, sporting curved bodies with scale patterns. the others were all crocodiles ranging from swamp green to muddy brown. at the edge of the hall was a giant window. or what was left of it.
Cinders and Shadows (chapter 2)
The manager looked a bit shocked, i was a seven year old sitting in olive garden alone and accusing his waiter of bad service and stalking. he looked at the waiter. "is this true?" he asked. the waiter shot me a hating look and replied.
Ch.2 Arrival
Their pointed beaks opened partly, the middle hawk of the three gripped a small olive branch in his left set of talons. the other two had theirs pointed up, ready to jump forwards and crush bones of the fox.
Some Kind of Monster: Prologue
He turned around and the dog-faced troopers in olive-drab were already upon him, bearing their rifles with hateful glares that he could actually feel etching into his consciousness like miniature daggers puncturing his throat. they wanted him dead.
Trust and Rescue
One of them was olive-green while the other was black with a grey underbelly and a dark strip running down his back to teh tip of his tail. but both of them looked at nick as he was the most paltry thing in the world.
Unimportant Verse 2
#2 of unimportant verse about important people resuscitating ancient coins in class, we learned, takes a toothbrush and olive oil. slow, steady strokes across, around... soft bristles dislodging soil one speck at a time.