Against All Odds: Extraction Ch.10
rahne, tom noted, was a rather unique member of rena's species. rahne was, for starters, a natural virus type digimon, whatever that meant, and was only slightly stronger than a baseline renamon.
Against All Odds: Extraction Ch.8
rahne rolled her eyes at her mate's grin. "gabe, they aren't like us," she said. coyote shrugged as he leaned in close to rahne. "yeah, well, he isn't used to your species..._stamina_," he whispered into her ear.
Against All Odds: Extraction Ch.4
rahne stirred gently, moaning in her sleep.
Hypnos Academy Supplemental and Profiles
Class 16 student name: jam baran "jam (like jelly) bah-rahn" age: 13 gender: male species: bear hair/fur color: brown, with brown fur favorite class: none grade average: f crush: all class 1 females discipline: nonexistent (school bully
Icereach, Misc: Conversation with Rahn
#2 of icereach: the story of rahn (old, defunct) read the spoiler alert. this is the most i've managed to muster since the dogs ate my notebook. (that's not funny.)
Journey of Destitute
Journey of destitute by rahne kallon \*\*\* geo dropped to his knees, panting with exhaustion as his feet gave out. his body ached from the twenty-mile trek since he'd journeyed towards denver.
Dragon Song (In Dragon Tongue)
- rahn lost ahvosiik, joordro lokalaat bildiik, velaaz voth bahlok do grohiik-okaaron ahrk orofaal un kruziik ziik! - fron ahrk fron nu fronmaar gron, hokoron mah ahrk dovah ahkron! orwahl lein nikron, un meyr hofkiin do faal bron!
The Heart's Content
A quick story about the waning relationship between a writer and an artist. This is just a flash fiction, but I'm still very proud of it. \*\*\* The searing warmth of the liquid reverberated onto Kees' paws as he held the plastic cup. Coffee. Or...
The Emerald Blade (Bards Tales #1)
"bex wah thy zul, ahrk vos zey rahn" the words echoed as the man stood and waited, when suddenly a rumble was heard, he wasn't sure what awaited.
The Last Agent of the Old World: Dead Men's Dream
"wehll, it does bloody well 'elp when yew ayn't the fers' agen' tha' we've rahn inta. thehr's a bugger doun in the home who's doin' a pret'ee good damn job ah runnin' the playce." i was lost at this point. "the home?" "yep.