De-Evolution - NaNo Day 17
He said with a grin and a cluck of his tongue, "who ever heard of the future chief of the lakota working in a kitchen." he grinned.
De-Evolution - NaNo Day 5
This time, the word sounded similar to the way she'd said 'good' in lakota earlier, and it was pronounced, _wa-hahn-pee_. she waited for him to repeat the word, as she had with the others, then nodded.
De-Evolution - Post NaNo 1
They're traditions are not quite the same as the lakota's, but they have adapted to our traditions while bringing theirs to mix with ours. so you'll have to learn all the new traditions fast. but we'll help you as much as we can."
My Werewolf Life Ch. 6
"well i thought maybe lakota, ember, or well.... letra." she smiled and nuzzled me. "i like letra love. that's what i want to be called." she smiled at me. i gave her a smile and a kiss on the lips. "i'm happy you're a werewolf now... letra."
Those Bygone Dog-Star Days - Chapter 2 of 37
"my ancestors shared the plains with the lakota. we knew that without the bison we bovans and the humans would die.
My Werewolf Life- Chapter 5
I will talk to her but i was thinking lakota, ember, or letra." caylnn spook. "oh... i like letra. i think she will like that as a name." "i hope so caylnn. i like that name as well." i said. "well training will begin tomorrow.
Borderlands - Bullymong Blight
lakota was a man of many talents, but he wasn't ready to take on a bullymong worthy of a unique name. he knew how far they could jump.
A trip to the nurse
Shello started to reach for lakota's cock but was stopped by him, looking up a little confused lakoda just smiled and reached down between the pups legs. lakoda smiled as he gripped the youngsters penis with his thumb and finger gently.
Thunderfoot's first mission
Thunderfoot was exactly 1320 feet tall, having been raised from infancy by members of the lakota sioux tribe, his body rippled with power as his massive muscles flexed from his movements.
Take 5 Archive
Knows lakota and sings you songs about her love for you in it.
The mousehole Chpt. 1
The young silver tabby sat on the window sill, pressed against the window shield. A red chinelle blanket was wrapped tightly about her chest, holding in her warmth. She pressed her cheek against the cold window, as if trying to feel the snow outside. ...
Memories (NMA)
It also showed something i came to know well; in the greatest marketplace on the planet, a young lakota stallion could still find a buyer, and a value. and stallions of all kinds seemed to gain a premium. i was also dumb, as only the young can be.