Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure, Sixteenth Entry
Declared the blue-haired elfmaid proudly, defiantly sticking out her chin and chest as she glared at the hoary-furred wolfen. "you vile beasts and monsters aren't any better than the warlord, and many of you serve that fiend directly anyway.
Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure, Seventh Entry
Here are the racial notes for wolfen, like rufus and the tribe that has recently appeared, built using the rules found in the pathfinder race guide, using 11 racial points (9 to 11 is normal for player character races): _wolfen_ they came as a hoary-furred
The Way of the Pirate: Gold for Blood
At the rear of the little entourage was a hoary grey fox, the arch-inquisitor's secretary, and silent witness to his many crimes against humanity through a great many years, papers that would ensure the arch-inquisitor a place on any spanish ship of
Reasons to RUN and HIDE
Reverend hanley hand swatted away the fuzzy hand, batting it away as he said rebuking rachel, "of the true in faith, you were a respectable woman, but now with being changed, made younger, to animalistic, as in part a hoary, horny goat, the new you is as one
The Dragon's Defeat
The hoary red-scaled dragon closed the rich blue cover and put it back on its pedestal, trying to forget what he had read... what had been his king's thoughts. "what should we do, sir?"
Going Far to Settle a Debt
Then again, he had hair enough to make him look like a hoary elephantus. his cock was as nimble as a trunk and as rigid as a tusk. he might just play up those aspects. she was no slouch herself.
Room For More
The hoary marmot ate some more of his fruit, his brushy tail hanging limply behind him. his solid form rising and falling as he breathed. marmots had bigger builds than other rodents. he was not as slim as emerson was. but he wasn't overweight, either.
Every Breaking Waive
Streams of condensation marked their quiet trek back up to the hoary 'homestead'.
Joker to the Thief
Buried under two hoary drifts was a pair of ice-blue eyes, a pair of livid lips, and a tobacco-stained beard; santa claus gone to seed. a human so grotesquely obese that it wasn't immediately apparent the man wasn't spliced with a walrus.
Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure, Ninth Entry
No male's shaft was soft in that gathering as all eyes focused on rufus' muzzle as it parted, and then closed on adel's sweet slit, the virgin pink of her inner folds revealed in a tantalizing glimpse before the hoary-furred wolfen started to _gnaw_
The Changing Face of Evil
They're trying to draw us and ... " " ... the chignik and the prudhoe," the hoary marmot finished, nodding, squeaking, "out of position. yes. yes, i see it." his solid form looked disheveled. his pelt.
Louder Kinds of Quiet
"according to the computer's species database: 'hoary marmots often wrestle with each other for hours. they will also stand on their foot-paws and push at each other with their paws.'