Unnamed Mousie - Ch 17: At the Guildhall
Especially once they learned that we were from arno and 'war criminals' the catcalls became much worse and the fact that i became more and more aroused the longer this went on began to wear on me.
Unnamed Mousie - Ch 2: Humiliated
I could not say if that rumor was true, as the few female humans living in arno were always covered up with bulky clothing when they were in public. my tormentor's fingers were rough, though not excessively so. after a little he walked around me.
Tilted
"him and arno were suggesting we all meet up sometime soon. haven't seen them for a while." he grumbled again. his character threw out a wild, useless sidekick. "yeah?" "yeah... the thinking was we might go see a movie.
Vulpes Maxmus or just another foxes in space story
He looked at the human and grinned., “the name is arno, helmsman first class. we were here to overlook the auction those barbarian canines were holding. then we get a call from a vixen friend about you.
Unnamed Mousie - Ch 11: It never rains around here it... just comes pouring down
It rarely got really cold in arno and i had always had some shelter in really bad weather and usually someone to curl up with to keep each other warm.
Unnamed Mousie - Ch 14: Earning my keep
He also told them that we were from arno and convicted war criminals. later, when i got to think about it, i realized that he had not even lied about that. we had been convicted, after all, even if we had never done the crimes we had been accused off.
The Sparks of an Ancient Light
Whispered arno kose, and olivia smiled warmly to the brave felines, "bow before me."the pair looked to one another, and then lowered themselves into the snow.
The Sparks of an Ancient Light
The day after tomorrow would be September 1st. The harvest moon would occur on the 16th. Rosemary Barter sighed at how close this mad chase was cut, 'I have a little over two weeks to find their meeting place.' The phantom horse steadied herself as...
The Sparks of an Ancient Light
Two months ago, Marigold's street was a circus of news reporters and investigators. The eight year old equine girl had seen animals camped on her family's front lawn that she'd never knew existed until these tumultuous times. The media frenzy was the...
The Sparks of an Ancient Light
A row of electrical lights formed a circle of steel in the early morning fog. Hidden within the mists was a hollow form who watched the high windows of Vahevala flicker to life as the city awoke. The sights and sounds of animal activity were a kind...