THE FRONT: PART 1
He saw wynter jumping to the side in the corner of his vision, then the front wall of the trench collapsed and scott felt himself pinned to the far wall of the trench by a wave of mud.
THE FRONT: PART 10
He felt a twinge of doubt in his stomach and trudged back up the trench. to be continued in part eleven...
Warmth In The Trenches
Warmth in the trenches a short story by kichigai kitsune. part one.
THE FRONT: PART 6
Wynter helped him up and half led, half dragged him through the trench until they entered a low building marked with the symbol of the red cross.
THE FRONT: PART 4
Then, feeling a little unsure of himself, scott took his trench knife out of its sheath as well and stuck it into the trench wall where he could reach it easily.
THE FRONT: PART 3
Raids were rare but when they did happen, they were usually nasty bloody little affairs that ended up killing about a dozen anthros and wrecking the section of trench where they took place.
THE FRONT: PART 8
It had been raining for nearly a week now, but the german artillery had been relatively quiet, usually eschewing the front line trenches for the support trenches where the captains and other higher up officers gathered.
Walls: Reboot 9 - The Trench Coat
He's dressed in a black dress shirt and a red trench trench coat. one hand is in his pocket, while the other holds a small silver ball.](https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/content?
THE FRONT: PART 9
Wynter nodded and walked backdown the trench, a few of the anthros looked over at scott, but none seemed as impressed with him as they were with wynter.
A Night behind the trenches
The character eos is used with permission from the awesome "eosfoxx" she was so very kind to let me use it ^^ a night behind the trenches chapter one: "forgive me comrade" "incoming!!"
THE FRONT: PART 5
His trench knife was still stuck into the side of the trench above him, but scott didn't notice, he was only focused on self preservation, he was too young to die.
Ethan's Pecs
They discovered too late that they were not so much in any trench; rather, like the death star's garbage compactor, the walls were closing in.