My Fursona
He than decided to flee down the mountains and arrive at the village of sh'shari to begin looking for a master, or whatever power he had.
From Siblings, To Lovers: Ch.2 Preview
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Ander - Chapter 6, Subchapter 74
She stared at her sons (or whatever ander might be to her now) with those empty eyes, slobber dripping from her exposed fangs.
They Say This is Also What Happened to Henry Ford
Soap or whatever the fuck they call it now. with the bull deep inside him, he finally managed to achieve that which mr. hands and dr. face had failed to achieve: internalization of the magical seed of beasts of the field.
These Scars of Ours
Garrett didn't know if bailey could _actually_ hear him from...somewhere, or if he knew, or whatever, but it made him feel better to at least pretend that he could. "hey."
Protectors Of Aeron City Part 4(Flash Story Series)
That part of my interest certainly hadn't faded; i'll happily check out pretty much any tv series, game, book or whatever if there's the promise of a good mystery or series of puzzles to work on throughout. "retail, huh?"
Chapter 5 (Jo)
I really don't want to spend two hours or whatever listening to some guy singing or whatever. when we get to the classroom, i try to open the door, but before i even get a paw in it, it opens and ms kara is at the doorway. "why are you two late?
When your dreams come real, sometime a new creature is born
"ice breath or whatever? i don't think i've ever had any kind of ice breath so far." i took a deep breath and blew some air at my dart board.
Spyro The Colliding Worlds - book one - chapter seven
She didn't even care when volteer rambled now and then about the weather or whatever he was talking about. volteer was trying his best not to ramble too much, but his mind was rather clouded at the moment.
Simons Journal
This fucking pointy eared douche, captain cutter or whatever. he said i had a gift, usually magic users aren't that swift or whatever. i fucking punched him in his knee for that, they held me down and everything.
Rant's beginning
This father of mine... the devil, lucifer... or whatever hadn't seemed to have had any interest in finding me himself, so why the hell should i go to him? i lifted my lip in a noiseless snarl and looked away from sydney, fuming.
The Mook Maker, Chapter 5: Economy of Answers
I didn't have their senses, and i couldn't understand how they could smell anything other than the blood or scorched flesh, though even i could feel that this something that drew me there wasn't in the temple, or whatever this tower originally was.