Frostbite
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The Lycanthrope Tails. Chapter 17.
They were unaware how little their numbers meant to someone like dakota or even frostbite. "because, sister." frostbite didn't say the word but mouthed it slowly. mockingly. "we are hunting."
The Lycanthrope Tails. Chapter 18.
frostbite, if only for a second, sounded spiritual on the matter. after all, frostbite respected jared's choice. it was his, the human inside that cage with him all those months ago.
The Lycanthrope Tails. Chapter 19.
frostbite nodded. whoever was responsible for this seemed to know them well. no, frostbite concluded. their own dreams were turning on them. using the minds own weakness and fragility against itself.
5 Senses of Blue
_i see the waves crashing against the oars, i see the great whale's awesome might,_ _i see bright skies falcons soar,_ _i see sharp smile of frostbite.
Moonlight in Vermont (Prologue)
That's how you got your start, actually: frostbite. you were just a teenager with a combat knife and a pre-war dimestore book about a doctor, but folks there had nobody else to turn to.
Strange Points of Arrival
She knew of frostbite, but she carried a set of herbs that was supposed to keep her warm. unfortunately, she had used those at the last checkpoint the army had stopped at.
CREATURA Novel Excerpt
"frostbite, what the hell do you think you were doing!" a female voice barked, close-by. frostbite piffed, unconcerned. "hey, you said you wanted her sim to be realistic." "that didn't mean rifle-whipping our guide, dumb ass!
Warming up the ice part 15 and 16
frostbite nod his head as, 3 different size sabres came up to them ,bowing the heads at the 2 leaders. †ah zeke, oscar and lenny, how is the recruiting going on .†frostbite asked ,his 3 top member of his clan.
Prince of the Hellish Night...
The one i chose over frostbite...i heard gary's distorted sweet voice and i smirk. **"maybe i'll skip out on work today..." ** he said as he rubbed my cheek slowly, and i smile back at him, replying with my distorted voice.
Werewolf's Reprieve: Part 1
And it was cold, my old ruined trench coat useless to protect me from the cruel numbness of frostbite. here i am, sitting in a dark abandoned alleyway, in the middle of a small desert town in the southwest of utah, named st. george.
Untitled Jackrabbit fic
"that's it, frostbite," he says through his laughs. "i'll kill you just as soon as this wears off." with that, he starts making snowballs and throwing them at jack. "now that's more like it!" jack exclaimed happily.