Sangheili Bonds
The countless numbers of unngoy, kig-yar, jiralhanae, and sangheili fighters. the cold wrecks of proud war machines. and in the middle of it all was the avatar of war incarnate.
Expedition 1910
Day two, 1910 nenay yar is an interesting person to be sure. she is a wolf, as are all of the residents of vel't. what strikes me the most are her heterochromatic eyes and perfectly white fur. i can hardly see how she is a widow.
A wolf in the frat - 4 - Wring it with the bros
"sorry for yar bed, matey. guess ya're gonna have tah change tha sheets." leon chuckled, recollecting himself in the semen and sweat soaked sheets. michael bursted out in laughter.
Chapter V – The Perfect Drug
Take out yar trash before take out mine!" the shant cocked his shotgun, the sharp cha-chink echoing out in the hallway. it was a favorite threat of his, however empty.
The Journal: Chapter II
"yar!" was all andrew heard before he was tackled to a ground, forced to stare into the face of his panther friend. "about time you showed up ands!
Hot And Bothered
I mrrn, y-yar... y-yes." "maybe that is why then? maybe you are turning into a dog because you are in heat." "hrrr..." "maybe you just need to quench that fire." "h-harr~ mrrbark!"
Lair of the Minotaur: The Second Party
“yar," captain lilly said, speaking soberly for once. “twas true he were an annoying little turd, but ya still hate to see a comrade end up like that." vishki nodded, then blinked a few times to clear her head.
My Slave Family- Chapter 17
"ya yar 'ight. so dis deya wants ta hier me ta find a wyte foss. da deya iz marryed tu da foss and i gohhta find a yellow dawg becuz he nos whair da foss is."
The Furbidden love
Shaking her head ilat giggled and said "bav, i yar too many vials, i garreick a tiny bit drunk. turning on the translator he said, "hey, i was wondering if maybe you had this evening free, i promise i won't run off this time."
DrakexArgonian
One of my first "crossed smut butthumping" stories so bear with me it's m/m scaled smut, must be over 18+ yadda yar lesterxdarron it was a stormy afternoon in a local village that had passed by on a regular daily basis.
Chapter Eight
Yah kill one ah our dryads, yah eenjare our patrol party, an' then when we stay yar execution ta give yah a good parteh, yah _dare_ta insult our brews?!"