Assimilated: A Cold Dish
Surprised by how quickly we demolished their elaborate barricades, our quarry was unable to mount any meaningful resistance. after three shots that came only from us, our targets dropped like sacks of potatoes.
Season of the Vampire
"actually sasha, we had a quarry of our own. so, no need to get mad." thackery said calmly. sasha calmed down but glared at the other two vampires.
Concrete Wilderness - The Maze
- another half groan-growl rolled from his chest, less muted this time which alerted the guard dog to the continued presence of his quarry.
Sampson and Devilah #1
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The Frost on her Feathers - Chapter 9
Do jailers call for adepts like you to torment those who get into a quarry with soldiers?” “a quarry,” the man echoed, then he chuckled. “you think the authorities are fools?
Fang, Hoof, Antler, Claw: Petrocolus's Opportunity
He was shaking in anticipation like some calf fresh into the ring; he'd been hunting easy quarry too long.
The Scent of Soil - IV
She sat up with a start; a figure was pacing through the yard, hard to see through the weather, low cloud having sunk over the quarry while she slept. she peered closer, wiping grime from the pane.
Receptive Reception
His sensitive ears swivel around when he hears a light lilting, and he realizes that his quarry is singing along to the music, oblivious to what's coming, and he can't help but imagine what that voice would sound like squealing when he....well, best to quash
Survival Of The Fittest
His quarry was a glaceon of fairly average size, yet thickly padded from all the prey she'd conquered throughout her life.
Necessary Cruelty
His attempts were extinguished however as soon as the pair stumbled into the living room and mitch's unknown quarry sat down nearby in the leather recliner.
Last Act (part 1)
She knew from whence the wind had carried that trace of her quarry through the tightly packed trees and she followed her instincts along the pathway made by the huge spreading branches that linked tree to tree. she did not have to travel far.
Hey Mister, Bring Me a Little Fox!
She had never lost a quarry, let alone one who had dared approach her true identity. and her fox quarry was right there—dressed in an oversized shirt, slender arms bound behind her back, black-furred feet neatly together, standing gracefully.