The Jackal and the Rabbit: A Love Story
Becuase of anubeus, julio became a poet, though he did not know anubeus.
Scales and Honor: The Shattered God: Chapter 14
Silver tongue of a poet, sent from the gods to charm a dragon." arcturus blushed, dreamily gazing into veledar's eyes, “and yet months ago…" “you'd thought madness had gripped you." he chuckled with softly frills twitching.
The Blood Which Binds
In a mucky inlet of the life-giving erbad river, the sun beating on his sore-riddled scales, nawaz the poet limped from the bank. this had been his every morning for the two years since his affliction began.
Prologue: A pleasant (and cold) accident
"first, you sorry excuse for an roman poet, i have a reputation to keep. second, the brother of the girl you raped has a snuff fetish." he waves to a camera in a corner of the roof. "say hi to him.
Collar of the Wild 2
"we got ourselves a regular poet here..." gavin shook his head. "i remember the last poet we grabbed... that rapper that was grifting people?" blake said. gavin grinned. "i remember...
Taming the Wild
The roan haired poet let his head bob once before pulling himself fully awake; the moment when he had began to doze eluded him.
Opening Your Eyes
He would see poets and actors share tables, drink wine, laugh and hold each other's paws over the table.
Upgrading the Wolf
Tony said as poet as possible and the wolf felt tears light his eyes. markus jumped off the bed and forcefully flipped the otter over. leaning down their lips met. both memory and reality played out at once to the wolf.
Chapter 20: Pride and Predjudice
"some poet you are. "hey, andy's the poet, i just work in publishing. worked... i guess. somehow i don't think my positions around anymore. "wait so you two do know each other.
Behind Closed Doors
I am not the best poet, but i hope you enjoy reading what i share. i was short a submission to post today, sorry!
Son of a Dream
She was the only poet alive, and no one else could kill a man with words. "we become what we pretend to be" - she thought, drawing a circle on the ground to drain the pressure from her look.
Slice of Fantasy Chapter 2
Standing stiffly between the stag's narrow, white speckled hips was the thing which the poets of omerinen had written about since antiquity- the sacred mushroom.