Hunting shadows P:5 End Ser:1
"i, am bast. goddess of the cats, and your first of kin. i have watched you grow, onyx. and i must say, i'm impressed." she smiled, her teeth glimmering in the dim torchlight. gasping, onyx took a step back. "b-bast? my...lineage?!"
An unusual friend (vore, wolf/cat)
Though as anyon spoke again, and then proceeded to grab bast and take him back to a more obviously used easing area, bast found him stated to lose his anger.
Girls' Zone 12
bast jamila looked at the photo before closing her eyes as tears began to roll down her cheeks, "my sister. after four years of never speaking, are we to finally be reunited again?"
Strange Times, Ch. 1 & 2 - Arrest & Escape
"sebastian chantal," replied the canine, "but i usually go by bast."
14 - Bad News
bast answered with a grin. "in my case, i was traveling , knowing what nowadays is called 'ancient egypt'. when randomly walking around, i heard voices from a temple.
The Archaeologial Dig
"bast, how... nice to see you," the jackal said, bast turned and smiled her gorgeous smile, her current look was that of flapper from the twenties. she looked beautiful, but anubis wished she would cover up a bit more...
Ra's Begining
bast pouted as the pair walked away from her but after a moment she noticed sobek walking by her, as the crocodile walked past bast smiled flirtatiously and hopped over to sobek's side and started to talk to him.
An unusual friend: part 2 (Vore, Wolf/Rabbit)
He wasn't exactly fat, but he definitely had more juicy meat on him than bast, smelled good as well.
The thoughts of time
#1 of poem tell me what you'll think about this poem the past i still remember my past where everyday was the bast moment of the bast second, as we where childrens and nothing culd hold us nor stop us.
Hunting Shadows: Baxley's point of view part 5
Called the cat goddess named bast. baxley stepped past onyx, his clothes changing into egyptian armor and his dagger appearing at his left hip in a golden sheath. bast put her paw on his shoulder and looked into his eyes. "i want you to go with onyx.
The World's Protector
bast murmured to the first of her followers in this new world, perhaps just a simple cat to some, but to her a mark of divinity within itself, and a lingering bastion to her eternal connection to these lands and civilisations spread across the
Hunting shadows P:4
"bast, the cat goddess." he stuttered, looking away nervously. onyx caught his breath, shuddering. his tail fluffed out and the name sent shivers down his spine. "b-but that would mean-" "yes, you're descended from a goddess.