Shadows of Our Kind
We were completely anonymous on our journey, and yet those soldiers still pursued us. it seems that simply withholding my identity will not put me in any less danger than i am currently in."
Our Little Secret
Commissioned by fyrdrgon character (c) respective owners (various) story (c) me, amethyst mare **our little secret** _written by amethyst mare / arian mabe for fyrdrgon_ _ _ the old barn creaked in the early afternoon sunshine, warm wood expanding
Our Mother the Mountain
"this is from our mother, the mountain." coyote blinked. the necklace was powerful he knew, but he was much more concerned with her. with that necklace he felt he could do anything... except bring her back.
The Lord, Our Father
.** **the lord, our father** he never saw the ones who jumped him, the last he remembered he'd been walking home along his usual route. now though he was lying in a hospital bed.
Flames of Our Passion
**flames of our passion** story © sabrewing 2012, ifrit and kimahri ronso © square enix mount gagazet had seen much peace since the eternal calm those many years ago, and kimahri often found himself walking the forest at its mighty base in reflection
Within our Grasp
._ _ _ - within our grasp a league of legends fan fiction by: sindal - _ _ _completion_ _ _ this word was hollow to wukong.
Our Little Mistake
Ain't got jack on a nice mare our size though." he winked and strolled off to check on something, leaving bernard standing there. the rest of the day was spent with bernard trying to keep himself busy.
Our Little Secret
"what do you say, our little secret?" bernard's mouth was dry again as he nodded. "alright, get that stuff out of tarra's stall though." he hurried to obey his sister.
Days Of Our Lives
Dane left the kitchen with a tray of tea, the faded sunlight barely reflecting off of the glass as he made his way toward Typh, who looked to him from a book with a soft smile. The only thing he could hear was the sound of Typh's rocking chair moving...
Corrupting our Youth!
Corrupting our youth! a story by kuney edited by scout warning - contains a number of kinky things involving a 12 year old wolfcub!
A time before ours.
Poem The cold rain from the clouds brought down upon that dismal day, The lambs that fed upon that ground have all but ran away, the trees that grew into the air have all been cut apart, and from the ground hath man not found the beating of a heart....
Our Spheres of Influence
It had been going great. I had found love, and I had found family. Unfortunately it all fell apart one day. I sighed softly as the memories came slowly trickling back, not bothering to try and stop them lest they flood over my dwindling willpower. ...