The Chat
. \*\*\* he shifted slightly, his ears filling with the sounds of chewing and ripping and birdsongs, but they weren't gulls, and there was no surf.
Lion in the Wolf's Den
I woke up to a soft glow of the sunrise and birdsong. my senses returned, bit by bit. my bleary eyes perceived that i was still in the middle of the ruined house in the forest. i found that the stakes that held me had been ripped from the ground.
Birdsong, Part 3 [Commission]
#3 of birdsong [commission] oooh, things are finally picking up, huh :3 remember, this was planned to be a romance/drama from the start.
How It Goes Epilogue - The Bright End of Nowhere
His ears wiggle at the sounds from outside - cars driving past, birdsong, loud yelling from the household next door. the warmth of summer sinks in through the open window, though it compares not to the warmth of the bear next to him.
Lust In Training
An eerie silence falls over the surrounding area, the birdsongs and insect life coming to a stop. looking at each other for a moment, the three of them walk slowly towards the ruins.
A Key to the Chamber
birdsong echoed, distorted, caught in the wind, as we stood between shadow and light, clouds scudding across the growing brightness of the sun. "they will be ready soon, i think.
Natural Foxes
We blissed in each other's presence as these sounds became part of the nature around us, every part of the woods as the brook and the trees, the sounds of our passion as natural as the birdsongs.
Squirrelled Away
A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, while birdsong and the buzz of insect wings thrummed in the air. the glade was plunged into half-light, the sun's rays streaming through the leaves above.
Two Souls Entwined 2
As he finished up, he heard the sweet music of a birdsong, something a small thing would sing. a goldfinch, he figured. the breeze was the only other sound, playing over the grass, swaying branches.
Sally's Floral Adventure 1
The birdsong is exotic, yet definitely familiar, reminding her of her days vacationing with her father before robotnik took over mobius. "angel island?" she asks herself.
Breeding in the Forest
It was not enough to get her to adjust her position in the slightest, loving it all too much, the tenor of birdsong in the trees above, the forest around them, otherwise, quiet of intelligent life.
Call the Cocksmith
He lowered his head to slip it inside, and the sounds of traffic and birdsong were soon drowned out by the pulse coursing through the shaft. that hot, rippling passage - groping and massaging every inch of his torso. swallowing him. dragging him deeper.