67 - No Options
Asked muni.
89 - Blood Runs Deep
muni spotted hares and a few wild sheep in a field at a short distance, and dropped his pack at the side. 'i'm going to nab some fresh meat. i'm tired of the dried stuff.' coëllo put her pack next to his. 'i'll come along.
A Biography of a Human: Crowned by Spring
Honestly, i was surprised such a text did not reach the cult of muni as of yet, after all, its such an ancient text, so old that no one knows how old it could be. last conjecture was from nine thousand years to ten.
Bullet with my Name on it
" " gut wir werden bestimmt verfolgt werden also, ich bin immer da sagt bescheid wenn euch die muni ausgeht. dann weis ich wie viel zeit ich noch hab um euch zu helfen bevor ihr .... ã¤hm naja ihr wisst schon. gut dann fahrt los. lone?
The Fox General: Menagerie of the Shah
There was a painting of a tiger holding a mooring rope, a sculpture of a massive bear dressed in the clothes of the alphate harem, a painting of a dog with long floppy ears wearing the robes of some strange cult that worships muni or whatever their strange
A Biography of a Human: Into the Harem
I shut my eyes and took a deep breath, seeking to regain a sense of calm and drawing from the lessons of muni in restoring tranquility to a mind _“xander, be of calm mind and excise passion, it does not benefit here!
Le Roi Karteros
Alors qu'il cogitait, l'autre rhinocéros revint muni du seau qu'il était parti quérir. une forte odeur de gibier en émanait et faisait saliver les deux carnivores. il en vida la totalité sur l'entre-jambes d'echo.
A Biography of a Human: Tactics
Bless muni, for jao not being a threat anymore. i know he would jump at a chance to _arrange_ an arrow misfire on my wolf." before i could voice my worries further, a wolf maid came in, announcing that lady ainu was here to bid her morning report.
Craigslist Bull 3 Twincest
"and a lot of that is in tax free munis, so we get to keep nearly all of it." leslie added with a smirk. blaze whistled and said "man that's a sweet deal."
The Manimal Chronicles #7: Return to Monster Island
I asked one muni-bot. "let me at 'em," tom replied in an electronic monotone. "how about you, jerry?" "ready spaghetti," the other muni-bot replied. hot stuff gave me a look. "ready spaghetti?" i shrugged.
Un calvaire de griffon
munis de gants impermã©ables, ils les malaxaient continuellement, sans toutefois les faire jouir, car ce privilã¨ge revenait aux dragonnes.
Cursed!
I hab more muny, a lot mur! pleasse, oh god, please! snarrggllle, uurrggllle." "my dear, said madame, how did you administer the potion to them? and how did you give it to yourself. think, you must have or you wouldn't be like this."