Focus Blast - Twin Flames
Flaire ducked and weaved around and under his proctor's punches, trying desperately to study his fierce body to seek out an opening. his brow narrowed as sweat wobbled from his fur, juking and jiving with the rhythm of the beatdown.
Amnesia? Chapter Seven- The Final Round And An Invasion
They were talking to the zangoose who was proctoring the event.
Eudora 1
I am your proctor, professor gizelle. if you follow me, i shall show you to the testing hall.”
Book of Changes - 2
A jackal wearing the traditional head dress of the warrior classes but otherwise dressed in a business suit entered and was talking to the proctor who waited by the door.
Lonely Oak Chapter 90
Arkethius, you will be taking the;" _really stupid and boring tests;_ "this is the standardized test as-developed-and-proctored by the state.
Lonely Oak Chapter 33 - Meet Eeyore Shower
She had learned all of these things and passed every one of their tests, with him as her teacher and proctor. now, she was almost done with third grade. halfway through, she had learned things that were sure to have broken her forever. death. sadness.
Eudora 4
The proctor asks, her breath upon eudora’s ear. “don’t you just want to reach out there and snatch for yourself more of that power?” “i could make a few more adjustments,” the old tailor says. “perhaps you’d like a hat or some other accessories?
Amnesia? Chapter Six- A Picnic, A Dumb Idea, And A Suit of A.R.M.O.R.
When they walked over to the zangoose who was proctoring the event, they found out that they would have four matches today, between each of which they would only get a short break, and they were to go to the ring as soon as they were ready.
So Far: Untitled.
Making it to homeroom, i smile that fake smile to the homeroom proctor and my first period instructor, the old graying german shepherd was wearing his green tie; it must've been wednesday because he only wore that tie on wednesday.
Eudora 3
She bobs her head over it, looking up towards the proctor with lust as she slurps and sucks, water dribbling down from her chin and fingers and even pooling between her legs on the ground. gizelle smiles down at eudora, holding out her hand.
Eudora 2
“get up, eudora,” comes the stern voice of the proctor. with shifty glances, eudora finds herself in a dark room, where robed figures sit in the back, shadowed by the light that draws itself to herself and the professor.
The Interview - SHORT STORY
When you're done, inform the proctor and he'll come get me." "but i don't even have a..."