Pathways of Life

The fleetfoot moved towards the screens he had been monitoring.

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The Hyena’s Concubine CH17

"this creature was created during the reign of matriarch janussi, during her campaign against queen fleetfoot of the che'ta hegemony."

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Revelations

The fleetfoot did not lift his gaze from the instruments he was operating while he annotated some results on a medical tablet.

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Sinful Servitude

fleetfoot said a little cruelly,"mark yourself with our scent and prove you're one of us!" sin shivered at the thought as more of fleetfoot's dung spurted out of her, cascading down over his neck.

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Handicapping (Pundamentals 1)

"theodora fleetfoot," she said quietly.

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Wolf and Deer - Part Five - Daring

Intent on their prey having turned into a loving embrace, beta looked deep into the eyes of the deer he intended to kill, and parted his fangs - in a wide smile, meant for her alone.the weight of the fang's body upon hers feeling more welcome than to any fleetfoot

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The fire of a Spitfire part 2

Spitfire and fleetfoot flew as fast as they could, while keeping a eye on were the thing would crash. spitfire spotted it was heading to crash land right in ponyville. she sighed why letting out out a dry chuckle.

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Wolf and Deer - Part Two - Reborn

Never before had fleetfoot spoken to fang. not that it mattered; herdleader was too far away to know or care. she wasn't even sure whether the dumb fang lying on her understood, nor did she know why she had even bothered to speak.

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Wolf and Deer - Part Five - Daring ‾ Illustration by JosePaw

The weight of the fang's body upon hers feeling more welcome than to any fleetfoot before. his musky scent triggering no instinct to flee. his heart beating firmly against hers somehow giving her peace of mind, a feeling of security.

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Prologue: Primary Sources

fleetfoot is cautiously optimistic that they will find survivors, but noted that the odds of doing so grew slimmer with each passing hour.

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A Stick in the Maud

"oh, fleetfoot! when was the last time you came in? i'm not used to seeing you out of uniform."

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