Freud Didnt Just Invent the Oedipus Complex
Before the young man laid a large snake-like creature, possessing the torso of a man, albeit covered in cales, yet the lower body of a snake.
Bani Lore Generations
Milk, sissly, abicuss, gen 3 "wolf pack" annavery, alabaster, cale [xxxxx] gen 4 "natch der untoten" scavenger, spooky, [xxxxx] [xxxxx] gen 5 "technophiles" [xxxxx] [xxxxxx] audi sport, data, gen 6 [xxxxxxxx] kerocene, [xxxx] [xxxxx] [xxxxxx] gen
MLiS; Side B: Pt. 1
“i mean, cale's mom thinks of you as one of her pups, right mary?" she nodded in agreement. “you know mrs. hale misses you, right?" he nodded. “she's not only your legal guardian, she's treated you like one of her own." she said.
A Life In College: Renewing a Bond, Part 1
Pushing a paw through his hair, cale looked up from his book. "fifty seven," anji replied. "and there's fifty eight," the wolf paused, "fifty nine now," anji started to twirl a finger through the air.
Chapter VI: Stress Relief
“cale –” began blood wolf. “i know it isn’t your fault, ben. i don’t blame your dad either. it’s just the stupid power struggle between your dad and mine and i think this was really the best course of action.
Chapter X: The Final Stretch
“cale, would you do the honours?" caleb pulled the cowboy hat from his head and rested it squarely between leon's ears. “i'd be happy to, bro." \*\*\*\*\*\* _arsenal_ left and were heading home.
Daily Tragedies
cale shook his head lightly "you will, it's not like i can skip out on my classes for the rest of the semester, i'll still see you there." the tiger mumbled under his breath "great..."
Love
Well was listening to the song the hallelujah by john cale/leonard cohen and suddenly the lyrics just struck me.. and inspired me to write some poetry here..
PMD: Wildfire - Chapter 1
"cale's going to want answers when we get back." "i think he would approve of this diversion," cyril said, attempting to reassure his teammate as well as himself.
Passion before Conflict
I knocked on roz and cale's door first, and was quickly met by roz opening the door. apparently she was already awake... i hoped that the two of us hadn't woken her. "roz, we need to -" i was cut off as she finished my sentence for me.
Poem- Love
Well was listening to the song the hallelujah by john cale/leonard cohen and suddenly the lyrics just struck me.. and inspired me to write some poetry here..
The Cradle, Ch4: Emissary
cale was actually my first. ten minutes of that dude working my dick was all it took for me to realize i'd been seriously missing out.