[SNEAK PEEK]The Harpy's Sire
So clayton foxfire wasn't concerned about getting lost. besides, he knew these forests innately; he'd grown up in them for most of his life, even before he established the foxfire inn.
Ayako's Rough Night
None of these mortals could quite match the grace and beauty of the dancing kitsune even while she was keeping enough focus on her foxfire to conceal her vibrant tails and ears.
LATE NIGHT RELIEF [Art Included]
There's something about foxfire that just washes away all those myriad aches and pains you get from carrying a litter all day. not that anyone minds at all. story by me and featuring archantael the pangolinfox!
[SNEAK PEEK]Transcendent Scent
There were at least two dozen others who had joined him all of whom were either patrons of the foxfire inn, or staff.
Tenko no Yu
His blue hair catches the lantern light, creating a halo of foxfire that makes him look otherworldly, magical, _commanding_.
[SNEAK PEEK]The Last Hurdle
_a mercenary attempts to rescue a prince from the foxfire inn.
Foxfire 2
FOXFIRE2.TXT By SwampRat (cl) 1997 Gay Furry Association Jucser (c) Killjoy I couldn't help myself... I just Had to add to this one - Not All 'big-ones' are tops! =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= ...
FoxFire (Act1, Book2, Chapter8)
**chapter -8- foxfire** _september 3, midday_ _yokosuka, japan_ ... ** sinopa crevan glanced at the reflection** with a smirk. her amber eyes lowered then lifted.
Wings of the Warrior: 12
That was until they looked at the downed guards and sent a ball of foxfire at him. sam crossed his arms and ducked behind them to protect himself from the flames.
My Secret Girlfriend (Is a Goddess) Part 5
He gazed into her eyes as the orbs of foxfire floated around him. the two stood there, in each other's gazes as they observed each other.
Tattering Humanity
The rainy woods, tripping and rolling down an embankment, mud and filth and droppings of small animals staining her skirt and blouse--lost in the foxes' world, running from the orgy of regression and sex she had witnessed under the glow of blue-and-green foxfire
Night of the Wereotters
The blackmarsh wasn't a good place to spend the night for those with a vivid imagination; the trees were old and gnarly, foxfires would lure travellers into the swamps as if guided by an icy, malevolent consciousness.