What Lies Beyond the Walls, Book I: Chapter 12
"oh. ...well, um, wot does it feel like? sharkbait never asked you that!" "wot, t'have my head chopped in half? pretty sure that's painful." "no, silly! to die! wot does that feel like?" stinkfoot was caught off-guard.
What Lies Beyond the Walls, Book II: Chapter 6
"wot the _fuck_?!" shouted teg.
What Lies Beyond the Walls, Book II: Chapter 4
"wot about usin' knives t'throw?" asked slipfoot. "no." "wot about slings?" "trust me; you do _not_ want t'put a sling in my paws." turvin sighed heavily. "fine. you wanna 'elp us? then make sure you do wot we say.
What Lies Beyond the Walls, Book II: Chapter 3
"then wot were you doin'? checkin' to see if it was still warm?" "err, yes! that's exactly it, lieutenant! with all this rain and chilly gusts, i wanted to make sure you didn't try to bite into a cold, soggy lump of bread, wot!"
What Lies Beyond the Walls, Book I: Chapter 7
Yah wanna know wot's gonna 'appen tonight? hehe, them vermin are gonna spend all night drinkin' an' fuckin' 'til their cocks turn red, wot!
What Lies Beyond the Walls, Book II: Chapter 7
"wot i want is fer beasts t'lissen to me. wot i want is fer beasts t'do wotever the fuck i tell 'em to. wot i want is the same thing you want, the same thing badger lords an' vermin warlords an' pirates want: power."
What Lies Beyond the Walls, Book I: Chapter 11
wot kind of creature kills somebeast that young fer no fuckin' reason?!" "tegast--" "they snapped his neck, grustur! wot..." tegast couldn't continue.
What Lies Beyond the Walls, Book I: Chapter 14
But ye know wot else we are?" razzik blinked. "wot?" "we're pirates! an' we ain't gunna let some fuckin' tree climbers claim our lives today!!"
What Lies Beyond the Walls, Book II: Chapter 13
"so, um, wot was up with you and that other shrew? wot kinda grudge could somebeast hold that would--" "c'n we talk about sumthin' else, please?" the rat scratched his head. "right, right. i'm sorry. um...so wot d'you do for fun growin' up?
Origins - Wot
Nil, now fully clothed in some old clothing, sat down on the oak dining table, head hung as low as possible, and beet red of embarrassment. His ears folded back and his tail drooped to the floor, hiding under the chair. Leo stood behind him to his...
Won't Go Down Without A Fight
The skinny one wheezed with laughter again and said "wot 'e don't know won't 'urt 'im. jes' go easy on 'er or 'e'll notice." "i know wot i'm doin', fleabag, wait yer turn."
Downsizing
"...you wot?"