Rob Has His Thorns
Rob, sitting strapped into the armored seat of the razorback cockpit, looked dwarfed by the brutish p-47g. he flew in an authentic flight suit; khaki suit with leather helmet and big tinted goggles shielding his eyes.
Watching the Wheels
His mechanic vlado assisted over as he made sure rob was secured in the spacious, razorback cockpit. "alrighty, there you go!" the burly croatian wolf called out over the engine noise. "you're all set, rob! have a safe flight!"
The Sparks of an Ancient Light
The eagle chirped, dancing about the ghost of a razorback boar recruited into the role of the mythical hogfather, "happy hogwatch everyone! come and tell the hogfather what you'd like for midwinter day!"
The Sparks of an Ancient Light
The eagle chirped, dancing about the ghost of a razorback boar recruited into the role of the mythical hogfather, "happy hogwatch everyone! come and tell the hogfather what you'd like for midwinter day!"
The Sparks of an Ancient Light
The eagle chirped, dancing about the ghost of a razorback boar recruited into the role of the mythical hogfather, "happy hogwatch everyone! come and tell the hogfather what you'd like for midwinter day!"