[QC-047] Dirty Fun
"varrie! that was quick! how are ya? come, come, let's stop shouting!" he eased into a run to meet var'rex where he stood, happily wagging his tail and lolling his tongue out like a pup as he did so. he was so very excited to see var, and it showed.
Awakening - Part 9
"this one was weird, though - no wonder you're always squirming your cute 'varri butt around in it," he snickered, handing my own back to me. the panel he returned felt oddly heavy and, in its inner surface, damp. and it smelled a lot like yrrvng.
The Exodus - Part 2
Each sub-section usually held a few dozen cabins of varrying sizes, or whatever unit happened to be occupying the spaces. in his particular area, there was a larger mess hall in the center, which served the port and starbord cabins respectively.
Ipod love part 7
Every telepath is different, some can read minds fully, like that telepath that was keeping you prisoner, while others can read emotions and idea's and basic subconcious thought, like myself each with a varrying degree of both aspects.
Down Where It's Wetter
Things were definitely going faster now, and the varrying oceanlife they came across not only zipped past with remarkable speed, it also often seemed to basically dash out of the way of what was, apparently, the merfolk equivalent of a military escort.