Tainted Glory (Chapter 2)
The time went by before the group came back with devious smiles, proud of the job they had finished, giving the nod to the rest to begin the march across the moor of icirrus.
Lucas Stewart’s Guide to Stock Car Racing (Ahead of the Pack Preview)
In the old days it was more literal: kit turner's owner, rick moore, has a story he likes to tell about breaking into a dealership on a friday to get a car he was supposed to race one weekend then frantically scrubbing the marks off to get back in the showroom
Spyro's Slave Bracelet - Commission for Darknessiszero from FurAffinity
moor asked, his eyes glinting with mischief as he looked at the fire dragon. "i..." flame hesitated, his mind racing with thoughts of what he should do.
The Bog
I'm not new to bogs and moors. besides i plan on hiring a guide if i can find one."
The Warehog before Christmas (Wereamy x Tails)
I mean tribute to the famous twas the night before christmas poem by clement clarke moore.
Neoteny is Monotony
That's why it's subject to moore's law or something. everything in this world is as cute as physically possible. it's cutenomics. this is not unrealistic. you think that's unrealistic? a world where perfect cuteness is ubiquitous?
The unexpected life of a puppy Ch.1
moore here?'' she asked the girl in a sweet tone. cess looked at them both for a moment, then silently nodded and pushed herself to her feet and came walking slowly.
The Black Collar: The Line In The Sand
Fire swept across the moors. alvaranox screamed. hot winds blasted the land, wiping away all trace of life upon the moor. the hills were brown and dead. the water was dry. the trees were dying. the moss was dust beneath their paws.
The Path of Love and War
A light fog covered the low moor when they left massa, but had since dissipated. mathew had been walking alongside aitu northeastward through the moor for more than three hours. their destination was a fair distance away from the village.
Sacrifice
Isabelle stands and then sits in front of the grave, which read tobias moore. she wants nothing more than to scrape off that name and put schaeffer, her fathers' birth name. when her father died, she and her sisters suffered so much.
Praise the King
The leader had already seen the sight though as a line of trees indicated where the moors and their territory ended and where the swamp started.
The Field
A cold breeze whipped up, stirring the grasses once moor, and he lay sated, his hand slick as he played with himself, the cold wetness as it dripped across his skin and down to the bedsheets fuck-- harry sat bolt upright in his room, his sticky hand now placed