Chapter Three - Old Friends - Part Two

Putting aside such somber thoughts, nick let the breeze and birdsong lull him into an almost meditative state, not quite sleeping, not quite awake, simply enjoying the light pressure on his lap and the warmth against his stomach and the nostalgically familiar

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Chapter 8 Birdie Tits

No birdsong. no insects. the dawn came, stretching pale fingers through the trees, and in the stillness, the black trees were dead. after twenty years. they were still dead. azrian slid off meba's back, unable to stop staring at the tragedy.

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Nice Guy

Instead of the morning (or afternoon, as was more likely) traffic, she heard birdsong. she wasn't somewhere in some dingy apartment, but in an actual house. it was a rare treat for her to wake up in suburbia.

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From Dragon Officer to Dragon Subject

Certainly more meaning than birdsong or wyvern-roar. there was something…something… nesothram listened, but even as he made the choice to stay silent, he could feel…something.

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Part 2 - Seconds

._ * * * birdsong pulled asher slowly from his sleep. he kept his eyes closed for a moment longer, dazedly wondering why the body pressed against his chest hadn't slipped away with the rest of his dreamed-of pleasures.

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The Scaled Ponies [CM]

It seemed like they were in a forest, tall trees keeping watch outside, the echoing of birdsong reaching his ears once again. he tried calling for the anthro only to realize once again that he couldn't speak.

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A Tale Of Two Horses, Act 2.

The alarm goes off, but i'm awake anyway, i'm usually up with the birdsong these days, i can hear it now drifting in through the open window, along with a welcome breeze, cool across my bare fur. my sheets are in a ruck again half hanging off the bed and i'm

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Trespass

The small glade was a quiet and tranquil place, full of a deep and heavy reverent silence, usually broken only by the sound of birdsong and soft burbling of the spring.

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Bound to Please : Part 4

Of course, there was the kindly old gentleman, voice sweet as birdsong and even sweeter compliments.

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