The Kindly Irishman....... And his beautiful little Carlos.
A bright ray shines over an awakening kindly Irishman, piercing over his dark grey fur as he gains consciousness. Heterochromic orbs gaze up through the tattered window to their collective left, before they close at the stunning levels of...
Police Dog, Part 4: 1st Day On The Job
A somewhat smaller, but not at all slender irish wolfhound responded from across the room, sighing. "i've got alex for the night. d'you wanna join me?" she nodded her assent. so don settled his great brown ocean of a - now squeaky-clean!
Any Savepoint In A Storm.
The irish wolfhound was a nerdy type.
Laundry Day
He hissed as we ran up the stairs, hoping that we'd get to my room before the irish wolfhound reached the bottom.
A Thin Line - Part Five: Homecoming
Also, it belong to an irish wolfhound character, cuz i'm just so creative :p • the thief being a raccoon is a sly cooper reference • i had to google call-signs you would hear on police radios, so they are real things.
Dodger's Love for Dixie - Chapter Three
Chief - "i'm an irish wolfhound. you rarely see us irish wolfhounds in this part of the state." dodger - "irish wolfhounds in new york?" chief - "no, kentucky.
God's Mercy
The irish wolfhound gave a sloppy and for a more experienced man, unimpressive blow job. but to virgil the young gray wolf, having his cock get any attention towards it at all beyond his own paw was a pleasure that could not truly be described.
A Thin Line - Part One: The Felon
The first man in was an older looking male dog, an irish wolfhound; he looked as unhappy to be awake at this hour as the owl did.
Pack Pride
Pack pride shagclaw was an irish wolfhound of age to join the sharptooths and become a larger part of the hunting parties.
Indulgences [Side B]
"What? No, I would never, are you crazy?" The red coon hound spouted. He was so tight-knit and always making me feel like I'm too outgoing. "Oh, c'mon Charlie. You never take any risks." I whined slightly. "Aiden, calm yourself. You're telling me you...
Semper Arame
The next week went by in a haze of pain, stress, exhaustion and exhilaration upon its end first sergeant ross, who was a massively muscular irish wolfhound, gray in both color and demeanor gave a short brief warning all student of the dangers of
The Stormy Night
Suddenly, i heard the tinkling of broken glass, and i frown, wondering if sally, belinda or even henry, our daft irish wolfhound, had broken something. i stand, and stretch, looking around and brushing my blonde hair back, blinking my grey eyes sleepily.