A night of Debauchery
As if it might give him the answer that marcus couldn't give him. -”jetdragon…the volcano and now this…it's getting harder to pretend we're in control”- josh sighed as marcus stopped near the campfire and turned on his heel, exasperation briefly flashed across
Wereyeena
One with a log and a makeshift campfire in the middle. may hid behind a bush and watched. wereyeena dropped the pokeballs on the ground from his mouth.
Side Chapter 2: Knowing Your Trueself.
Jake walked back to the campfire and sat directly at the other side of the al's position, feeling a little guilty and shame to use weaknesses.
Nighttime Activities
And when veleth mentioned that he did have cubs, the only sound was the crackling of the logs in the campfire. "and how did that happen?" the only female remaining at the campfire seemed slightly amused. "simple enough. threesome."
War of the Dragons - Chapter 7
The pink patrol leader, unbothered by the slight evening chill had been standing watch some distance from the campfire.
Tale Across Time: Part 2
Suddenly garu emerged besides the campfire, the light shedding it's orange light on him, it looked rather creepy. he dropped a couple of dead rabbits near the campfire, leaning down and started to yank the arrows from the dead bodies.
A Taste of Spring - Part One
He said with a wide grin, "your cabin is number three, mine is number one, dinner is already being prepared, so i figured i'd let you all settle in while i finish cooking, then maybe a campfire before bed." "yay, i love campfires!"
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book X Chapter 27
She yelled, relieving herself of all the crushing tension the unexpected roar stirred the campfire, its fires dancing wildly, sending warnings that they were irritated too much.
Who Can It Be Now?
\>fuckmylife.jpg \>currently, it was in the evening, and the two of you were sitting on opposite sides of a campfire. she was using a canvas fold-up chair, while you were simply sitting on a fallen log.
Fall From Grace, Chapter Thirty Seven
The campfire crackled, splitting open a divine log. with a slight hiccup, kavaia raised her drink.
Crossroads Tavern II
The light from the nearby campfire revealed streaks of grey flowing through his mane and peppering his muzzle. “you were using magic, weren't you? you know what that does to you."
That Beating Heart
It was the warmth of the heart that now kept the cold at bay, waves of simmering heat hotter than a campfire and much more comfortable than a blazing sun.