Acceptance: His Last Letter
Kasten had his muzzle in his paws, great shudders coursing through his body, with his knees pulled to his chest. nickolais fidgeted, looking around once again. he had imagined the visit being quick.
In His Arms
his voice. his arms. the dampness of his fur. his smile. i stopped myself from disturbing his sleep and lay still, taking in the sensational smell of him. it was beautiful. we were on the floor, the poodle's back to the wall.
In His Mind
"the demon slayer rides again, his armor blessed by the gods of olympus, his skill honed over centuries, the bane to all demons. also a fan of pizza and beer."
His Guilt
May i never forget his guilt.
His Choice
They had put hot coals in his rump until he died of infection. he shook his head, not wanting to think about that. that didn't happen now, did it? his silence didn't go unnoticed as the wolf spoke up.
His brother's rifle
"wake up," jebb's voice cut through his dream and the coyote opened his golden eyes on his last morning. his brother was standing over him, tears in his eyes but his jaw set and determined, his expression one of pride.
A snake and his lizard
The snake just rolled his eyes. "unlikely. let's just forget about it and go get something to eat." "ok then. let's get some pizza." licko shook his scaly little head." nah, lets get some chinese." "no, pizza." "no, italian." "no!" "yes!"
The feel of his embrace
I can feel his arms around me.
?A Boy and His Ampharos
But this story isnt about bird pokemon but a boy named jason alvatore a young boy who had just started his pokemon journey with his beloved ampharos at his side.
a fox and his bunny
A rather tall black fox opened his red eyes to the world and looked about his senses flared at the scent of a bunny he looked around for cover and saw a large tree his humanoid body blended well with it he sneaked behind the rabbit and looked upon his prey
A Fox and his Yeena
Whoever this was must've seen me holding something, cause he stopped next to me, and rolled down his window. i almost dropped the bar when i saw him. he looked about my age. a few years older. his face was the face of a calm, pensive man.
A Fox and His Yeena
My knuckles would be stained, the sight so beautiful, with the blood of his misdoings. meanwhile drake is in the bedroom doing his evil thing. what a slimy little bitch he is ! not even a month ago i caught him kissing another man.