Suffering the Experiments of the Dragon
To a street kid, dying on a battlefield was better than dying in an alley, and to a soldier, dying in the hands of the enemy was better than dying from a random arrow or sword to the gut.
I Put a Hex on You And Now You're Mine
I don't want to catch anything from that street kid." hex laughed a bit, kissing nay on the forehead, "don't you worry, just gotta slam the lil slut's brains out a few times, then dump him wanting more. i'll string the little bitch along.
A Warm Bed Chapter 1
He scoffed, "now, if we're done here..." the older fur pushed the street kid away a bit with his fingers and began to turn, yet again, toward his car... ...but he didn't make it far.
Theif's Tale's: Garret's First
An orphan street child learned to be a thief or they died, it was that simple.
Subject #5: part 1
kid who had never gotten one before.
Dawn of Vengence - Ch 4 - Dusk is Just an Illusion
When he moved it was with the timid slump of a street kid, prey for many and protected by none. five years seemed to have dropped from him in the transformation.
Songs Of the Night Pt. 1: I Drove All Night
He hadn't planned on anything more then feeding the starving-looking street-kid, yet something connected between them and they had spent the night talking and laughing.
Shelter
Being a street kid, it was also likely that he could hold his own in a fight, provided it was more evenly matched than this afternoon. he decided to make lunch for himself and his guest to give himself something to do.
Not So Retired Any More XXIII
Coolness under fire like she'd shown the night before wasn't a sign of a street kid or orphan, who would mostly panic and run in a real fight.
Kayla Ackarts (Childhood)
Her fur between his fingers, claws nicking at her pelt to leave welts, simply spanking a 'naughty' street child.. it was turning out to be invigorating.
Torpedo Run Chapter 6
._ ten blocks away, the enemy artillery lay on a flat municipal tarmac, like delicate snacks on a silver platter behind armored glass, presented beyond his street-kid reach.
Torpedo Run Chapter 14
Every street-kid instinct in him was yelling to go hide somewhere. without a pack to watch his back, he felt somehow defenseless, an overwhelming sense that someone was about to put a knife between his ribs.