Working up a Sweat
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Butler's Attention
In a small leather-and-wood chair sat a lion, the lord geralt windgust. today, his lord looked uncharacteristically disheveled. his mane was strangely haggard. the piercing green eyes were just that bit softer. his voice lower, quieter.
Learning to Swim - Part XXXIV
[infinitysymbol.png](http://offdose.com/hosted_files/infinitysymbol.png) "so we're taking exit 32 and going up geralt? or 31 and looping back through the square?"
CH8 The Long Road Ahead...
geralt!" the guard exclaimed, letting his weapon hit the floor as it came around. the obese man made a move to help his partner, but as he did the iron door of the room opened.
A Good Enough Christmas Story
Anyway, i've always wanted to do a geralt impression." the coyote held up his hands. "wait, wait, wait. is vatch your husband or your..." he trailed off, scrunching his muzzle. "nevermind. there's no way i want to know the answer to _that_.
The Bondage of Matrimony
I know you enjoy gawking at geralt-" "this conversation is not happening," the prince responded. "it is only a nightmare i can't wake up from."
Stupid Sexy Werewolf
Maybe he wasn't turning into this timeline's uncle radzimir, but that of another timeline where radzimir looked a lot more like geralt von rivia and axe-kicked monsters while wearing a tracksuit and badly repaired shoes.