Chapter Three: Agatha's Betrayal
**i'm afraid he won't be coming back ludo. at least i have my son ptero. to be widowed at my time of life wasn't what i was counting on.** said agatha, feigning sadness. **what happened?** asked ludo.
The Plan: Part 1
He goes by the name ludo though. i think his real name's quite sexy though. maybe being named after a city is just a turn on for me, but who knows? though all the rest of his friends call him ludo, i still call him london.
Spirit waters
"welcome stranger to the paths of the lupiniro tribe," she said quickly wanting social niceties out of the way, "i am nesca, second daughter to mala, mated to ludo who is my father." the elder smiled and nodded at the introduction.
The Seven: Part One, A Life In Chains.
Sure the trip to ludos hadn't been planned but it had been quite profitable in my personal opinion.
It's Been a Hard Day's Night ...
_vita detestabilis nunc obdurat et tunc curat ludo mentis aciem, egestatem potestatem dissolvit ut glaciem_ ; _oh you like that wolf? i see you spurt on your stomach fur. how does it taste you sick wolf bitch huh? taste yourself and see.
Ander - Chapter 6, Subchapter 83
It was ludo.
1 Down, 400 Billion to go
The fur in question was called ludo; he is a dingo, light red/brown fur, mostly normal patterns except for the blue tips to his ears, and the blue streaks on his muzzle.
KOK House
"hey ludo, bring out the bitch, it's time to haze the freshmen!" roared a particularly well-hung stallion, lazing about in one of the many beanbag chairs, beer can nearly crushed in his large paw.
Final approach: Jewels of Remorse, Heat Issue 11
Heat 11's cover illustration by blotch story art by ludo featuring stories (in toc order) by tempe okun, huskyteer, whyteyote, darkend and kyell goldthe latest issue of heat is currently available here.
A Life In Chains: Chapter Five
I'd seen them a few times before in ludos at the docks, though the ones i saw had been heavily armed. but tomorrow i'd see them up close and their city to, my head began to ache from the racing thoughts and excitement.
A Life In Chains: Chapter Six
I questioned with a puzzled look, back in ludos if a slave had been caught with even a single coin they were often killed on the spot.
Merry Newu Yearsu
The eagle and spider that had once been ludo's property now roamed the insular countryside, their instincts their own, propelling them forward to anihilate petty children and aged elders, their reddened bile and oxydant shit glistening like a bad paint job