Justifiable Suicide
In my heart, his voice is often muddled, but recognition is a start, i do the best i can, to walk always in the light, i do not know his plan, it's every mortal's plight, his word is like a rock, it supports me like a post, a ship moored
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!
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.
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
One Man's Trash
"there's this rich man, ivan moore. he tore my life apart because of a minor inconvenience. he's a monster, he's... bad." jared said, grimacing.
Employment with Enchantment 3
Her tail was half-lifted and her pucker was clenching on the top of the mooring point as if she’d shove her ass down and impale herself on it.
A Rocky Lesson in Breeding
As fate would have it, the two wolves lived fairly close to each other; close enough to organise a meet up at the knotted mooring, a rustic seaside bar.
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."
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!"
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.