Thus takes she her tread to the tall-hanging feeder
for birds it's intended but better than none.
alas! though long-reaching and laboring efforts
she makes, it gains nothing.
Alliterative verse, No-Yiff, Poetry, Raccoon
I sit upon my bed at night
and yet i cannot sleep
all i do is sit and think
and weep and weep and weep
i weep for those who know me
and hate me to the core
i weep for those who've heard of me
and the things that i adore
no matter where i go or tread
Love, Poem, Sorrow, happiness, partner
Thin but she didn't care she needed to get help and fast otherwise she was going to bleed out.we watched her cross it and then she stopped and i heard a cracking noise then she fell as the ice broke below her.all i could do was watch the ice break and her tread
After birth, Love, letting go, life/death
The birds giving a wonderful serenade as my paws tread on the concrete sidewalk. today, had a sense, of something wonderful blossoming, maybe the cherry trees with their sweet scent.
Romance
A frigid land of ice
and sea where only the
bravest dare to tread.
hidden away from
the empires of men and
dragon alike lies a kingdom
where only the strong survive.
a land of eternal night and
eternal day.
Dragon, Ice, Poem, Poetry, Wraith
Flicking his tail to dislodge some of the mud, paws pushing the thick clinging muck off his overalls to splatter over garn's back he started treading over him, smooshing him down deeper, grinning and playfully grinding a treaded sole against garn's cheek to
M/M, Moogle, Mud, Otter, Transformation, Wrestling
"just be careful," said matt as he tread water, his voice filled with concern for his friend.
Arctic Fox, Coming Out, Gay, Gray Wolf, Kissing, M/M, No-Yiff, Plot Development, Story Progression, Story Series
Her head angled upwards, her kicking and treading the water maintaining a steady pace to keep her mouth out of the water.
Alphys, Bondage, Drowning, F/F, Im very sorry for being so depraved XD, Masturbation, Undertale, Underwater, Undyne, Water breathing, asphyxiation, bubbles
Sparkles of gold became seen in the granite tread
weaving their way into the walls, the sun
still present in the evening stead.
beside myself again,
the fingers still trembled and wiped away
liquid crystal from the eyes.
Poem, Poetry, True Story