A Human's Desire
A fox by the name of gideon grey, who was a bakery owner in a city known as bunnyburrow.
The Protectors: Grey in Grey
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Grey
The dungeons of Cynon were dark and dank as any other, lit only by torches along the hall. Dust blanketed the stone floor, rats scurried about, and various insects clung in dark corners away from harm. A hooded figure glided silently down the entrance...
Gifts For Gideon
It was a normal day for gideon grey. he was busy working in his bakery, selling various pastries as he had done for many years now. today though, it seemed he was a bit distracted by something.
Great Grey Pelt
Carefully, great grey pelt approached and sniffed at the door.
Prologue
He turns around, as everyone does to a dark grey wolfess walking over to victor and the owner. vic couldn't help but stare, she was so beautiful... 6 foot 2, bright blue eyes, and muscular.
My Mate
I would fit perfectly there; being the grey wolf that i was, who wanted - or maybe even needed - a permanent mate for sexual desire. i'm no predator, but sex... nothing is better than consensually wetting inside a woman.
Grey and Evan
I was in my office doing paper work when in walked grey, the farm hand, who, unlike me, did everything that was considered labor around here.
At the Mercy of the Grey Skins
Green meets grey... misadventures of kor at the mercy of the grey skins it was the middle of winter, and the lone orc stalked his prey across the snow-clad fields.
The Grey Woman
Despite this, the grey-furred face was shaped on the attractive side of plain. it was her gentility and soft heart which had the otter wishing to give her more than just his long-standing friendship.
Reports Of A Grey Door
#1 of grey door undertale alphys gets reports of a grey door appearing and vanishing. so she goes to investigate... alphys groaned, clearly annoyed and tired of the constant phone calls about a magical strange grey door.
The Grey (Poem)
Torches flicker to morning, running from the grey.