What We Hold Dear
My heart almost skipped a beat when i found it was my cousin charlie moors. we never saw each other for five years, and yet there he was, smiling in the picture on a newspaper i was holding in front of me.
Red Moon Rises
She knew well how to wander the forest and search the moors. thus, they burdened her with collecting rare herbs for tonics and remedies.
“The Tale of Willy-The-Wisp” As told to me by my Great Grandfather.
I shook my head no and he asked, "well today he is called willy-the-wisp, the ghost light you see floating around the moors at night!" this excited me and so we sat down and he told me the story!
Undying Fire
A bastion of warmth in the purple moor the bronzen wolf keeps guard the door. like witches cluster cauldrons black its thatched broom propped at its back. pewter plates reflect the blaze while just below the goblins gaze.
Profile: Isabelle Schaeffer
Race: greek/german family: tobias schaeffer moore-father (deceased) maugerite brauen-mother jeremiah bradburn-stepfather isabelle schaeffer-younger
Scourge Second Life part 7
They made there way across the moor, at a pace that complemented cinderpelt's limp. soon they arrived at the river border, leaping across they plunged into the forest, passing a tree that smelled of owls.
Guro Challenge #13: Sickness
He saw the drained corpses of insects where the spiders had dropped them, felt the swaying of the moored ship, imagined what trunn could do to him... finally, it was too much.
A Furry Night Before Christmas
A furry night before christmas by: cimmaron spirit (original by: clement clarke moore) this christmas season, i had the urge (as well as encouragement and goading) to rewrite this story, the classic of any holiday posting, and so i present to
The Orgy Before Christmas!
( based on " ' twas the night before christmas" by clement moore ) 'twas the night before christmas and all through our house not a creature was horny not even the mouse.
The Yiff Before Christmas (or A Visit from Saint Slick)
(apologies to clement clarke moore) **the yiff before christmas (or, a visit from saint slick)** twas' the night before christmas and all round the pole, the does waited for rudolf, to come fill their hole.
deyna's loves
By nightshade deyna (c) donald moore (this story takes place a few months after the events of furry inc 3) adrian canidson gripped the head of the otter, grunting. "uhh oh god oh god!"
A Curtain Falls Over Furdom 47: Allies
moore straightened his smallish stature. "i'll have you know: i. am. marsupial. how many times must i remind you!?" "shut it and get ready. we have less and less time with all your wandering thoughts."