My First Party - Chapter 3: Healing
Dash quietly wondered why rye was telling her such... personal details. she was basically a stranger. she also felt his last words there were rather ominous. "well... um... was everything okay?" rye closed his eyes.
Tropical Revised - Chapter Two
"shut up rye!" barked the squirrel. "that's not funny." "and vice versa." rye finished, with a mischievous grin aimed at shasta. with a glare aimed directly at rye, shasta extended a friendly greeting to the white otter.
Foxburrow: Chapter 1
Best to ignore them, but fails to hide his smirk at rye's dumb joke.
Stifled Flames
Oh rye on: okay, i'm game. when will you be free? oh rye on: wait, in fact i'm good for today. got any plans for today? smokeydokey: yes omg. readyyy!
FIFTH Invocation - A Show Without Dinner
rye shook his head.
Tropical Revised - Chapter Six
Two exhausted otters stumbled through rye's welcoming door.
Tropical Revised - Chapter Five
Only once more in the week did cloud accompany rye to the lagoon, but he did not serve as a distraction while rye worked this time.
Tropical Revised - Chapter Three
"what's it about, rye?" cloud asked. "you'll start out customizing a character," rye began informing the curious otter.
Autumn Woods - Finale
Those worried eyes sparkled in the sunlight a beautiful emerald green that rye loved. unable to move rye could only watch cloud for a few moments until cloud finally looked up into rye's eyes. "rye?"
Autumn Woods - Chapter Seven
He reached down and gripped rye's wrists, almost touching rye's sheath. "you don't need to be embarrassed rye." rye's blush grew a heavier shade of red and he felt lightheaded as cloud lightly pulled rye's paws away from between his thighs.
Tropical Revised - Chapter Eight
Soft chirping noises breached rye's bedroom, carried upon the back of a chilled breeze, which rustled rye out of his slumber and away from a very pleasant dream. uncertain of which memories were a dream or real, rye was slow to open his eyes and awake.
The Good Diplomat
rye, therefore, was dressed only in tattered shorts. walking in self-isolation, lost in his head, the northern lights above him.