Hell on Earth. Chapter 5
I wouldn’t be seen dead with a poxy pair of wings. don’t even get me started with the dress code!
The Put-Upon Fox part 1 of 3
"so," he growled, "you actually found a poxy fur desperate enough to pay for you. what did you get?" "potatoes, master." i hefted a bucket of clean water and poured it into the iron cauldron on the stove. "mmm," he rumbled.
Longing: Chapter 7
Thanks again **poxy**. :) now it _should_ be free of any errors.
Winged Horror Part 5
“if all you need is a poxy sword to kill him, he'll hand you one himself. he's down that corridor," anar pointed, “best of luck to you." the orc at the desk looked up and snapped a smart salute, “general, sir! you're back!"
Rise of a Dark Legion
"son of a poxy thrice cursed and damned whore" rael cursed loudly "of all the times" rael stood up and offered alayia his hand "wait a bloody second" rael continued "since when the do the legions negotiate?"
Longing: Chapter 8
Also, just wanted to say thanks again, to **lady shandi dracul** and **poxy** for catching previous grammar and spelling errors. if anyone finds so here, then you get 10,000 internets. that couldâ tie you with the leaders. thanks again!
Let it Ride
I'd give my left nut to have somewhere to go other than this poxy hole, i'm just jealous. so is that stupid beefy idiot..." "what has jim got against me?" "he hates everyone hoss. his dad used him as a punching bag, and then blew his own brains out.
Jerusalem
Better than poxy hymn tunes... besides, it was way too slow, that song. too slow to make my chest burn and my legs go all wobbly and... _bring me my bow, of burning gold, bring me my arrows of desire!
Hairy Potter's trip to Diagon Alley
Steer clear of the poxied whore here!" haggard offered with a wink."might as well get yer uniform," said haggard, nodding toward madam merkin's robes for all occasions.
Frontline and Beyond
“well… i'm at the authority of the army, not whatever poxy outfit you crawled from" a moment of quiet settled, cu's brow slowly lowering as the curtain of professionalism cracked and she seemed ready to punch the shepherd's lights out.
Partners in Crime
You're a poxy host, chinaman," he grumbled but tipped the pot over his drink until it was upside down. two drops fell from its flute.
Simply Divine
Cloven hoof came down with a stamp, "mead," heidrun narrowed her eyes, holding the tray just out of reach, "not your poxy beer." chris held up a hand, "apologies, hei."