Dream On

The dream folk in the area had all stopped to gawk at her and she looked terribly embarrassed, but fred and sage were just bemused. sage was taking mental notes- picking up on what sort of stuff fred likes from this little scenario.

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Oracle's Hope

Asked sage. oracle nodded. "alright. go to your room. i'll be there in a little bit." sage watched as oracle walked off to her room. before going to her own room to fetch her furbrush, sage thought about what oracle had said about this mysterious male.

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The Mook Maker, Interlude 3: The Sage

The sage exasperated. "but that was more than a hundred years ago!" youngjae protested, and the sage was about to prove his knowledge of history the viceroy was visibly lacking, to prove his craft, so to say. yet, he was silenced.

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Fateful Finds

sage had lived in such a p[lace and was disowned and chased out of hir homeland.

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Sage's Story: part 1, Night on frost mountain

sage. we'll call you sage." i looked at riolu and hoped that it would like the name. _"i love it daddy! hey, let's go out and play!"_ i looked back and forth between tali and sage. i nodded at tali which let her know i would go out and play with sage.

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Sage's Story: Part 6

#6 of sage's story part 6 of sage's story -hey all. sorry for this uber-short chapter. i had to rush it quite a bit so it may not be of very good quality.

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My junior Year chapter 2

Blizzard went over to sage's house. sage was a little hippy red wolf with long red hair. she was about riley's height and was built like a runner. she hung out with riley and blizz all the time.

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Chapter 3

sage said. "aw, but i wanna stay and talk to the new guy!" she whined. "there will be plenty of time, now go, git." sage shooed her away. once she was gone, sage sighed.

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Days Like The Last: From Text-Book to Tail-Hole

I was really looking forewords to meeting up with sage. "clef said that he had invited sage, at least. so she just might be a little late." he had picked up on my despair.

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Embracing the Rut

sage let himself fantasise, just as he had that first time he'd surrendered to his rut and its obscene potential for pleasure.

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