A Day on the Farm story
Bloodmary's gaze remains assertive, capturing the essence of a unique connection between the humans and animals in this rustic setting.
Going Down on the Farm
Nothing quite as rustic and old fashioned as a pot luck picnic, leera arrived first, with vinn on her back. she had taken the form of a serpentine dragon, with vast leather wings wide enough to block out the sun.
A Lamb Among Wolves Ch:6
As the large wolf set the bags down, the ewe began to take in the full splendor of the rustic ranch.
Letters from Akira: Blue Shift
"it's rustic." "yeah? and what about when this stuff was new? you figure they charted their unions in stone circles and called it rustic?" "maybe." "it just didn't seem right to use a spectrograph, you know?" her ears flick, embarrassed.
United Through Two Worlds Chapter 1
Shaking the thoughts from his head he climbed the steps of his rustic home, another night all to himself in the darkness of night and glow of the fire awaited. \*\*\* as he entered the house again, door creaking to meet him, he felt slightly more at ease
ToLaD: Chapter 12: Action's Reaction
And the strange fifth one was a rustic van. they parked the car and got out, five other getting out of the four other cars.
Ch 1: Tag Team
The exterior walls looked wooden, giving the place a rustic feeling despite its grandeur. the front porch was also primarily wooden, supported by stone accents.
Survival Together
Meanwhile, a diagonal staircase led up to the second floor where i had a small kitchen standing between a rustic living room and bedroom/walled-off bathroom.
The Plan: Part 1
The table, which was rustic looking and made out of wood, only had 4 chairs but i knew which one was his favourite due to careful observation.
My Fist Penis
"how are you doing dora" said my dad in his deep rustic voice. "oh i'm fine." replied phil's mom. she and my dad talked for a bit more while phil and i talked. "phil what are we gonna do today" i asked with a bright smile.
Empire of the Ill: Chapter 1
I forced myself out the bathroom, seeing all the men quivered into the counter on the west side of the tavern's rustic, greyish wallpaper.
Contract: The Dairy Farm
A fucking rustic farmhouse, no way to make money! what do they want?! what am i selling?! out of the question !!! rather die than sell the farm of my ancestors!