Shelter Within Storms

The planet was named 'tectum intus tempestas',shelter within storms\*, and rightly so. any attempt to cross the sea was met with violent wind, flight was impossible. this was only the first of tectum's surprises.

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Shelter (Alaska 4)

#4 of alaska (thriller) **shelter (alaska 4)** ** ** \* "mister neil! mister neil!" "oh what's up with her again?" ivan snorted, the bear scowling quite a lot while his ears dropped. "should we go and check?"

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Shelter from the Rain

After a minute, it had become a downpour, leaving the red wolf in dire need of finding shelter other than useless pine trees. "there has to be a ledge or something," he scanned along noticing a small opening along a section of rock wall.

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A shelter from the storm

But this was shelter, and he seriously doubted that they would be able to find anything else in the mess outside. all in all, she had actually done well, and he should give praise where it is due.

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Shelter from the storm

"Hello?" she tentatively voiced out into the empty room of the tavern. She had felt great relief at the thought of getting out of the rain, but she was struck by the realization that it must be three hours past midnight by now. Not a single sound...

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(C) Shelter from the Storm

Both took a moment to catch their breath on the front landing, the overhang in front of the main door providing at least some shelter from the pelting precipitation. it did little to shelter them from the biting wind, however.

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Sheltered from the Coming Cold

In the fall, shuttered, sheltered from the coming cold, the old, white farm-house buried in the marigolds, field listened. swivel, went his ears. swivel! quietly, blankly, he listened to that rain.

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Bomb Shelter Part II

The wolf howled loudly that seemed to shake the shelter as he felt the toy beginning to be pulled and then pushed back into his tailhole.

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Bomb Shelter Part I

Bomb shelter dedicated to: midnight a pitch black arctic wolf sits next to the door whimpering and waiting for his master to return wearing nothing, but the leather straps and rope that bind his arms to his heaving chest and his paws to his waist.

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