Feral-Ville 3/4
Up pain “m-my family…” he weakly speaks through the tongue shoves in his throat, mouth completely slathered in wet spit “fuck em’ if they get anywhere close to here ill death roll them to the river and let their bodies get carried off by the louisiana
Sex in the Swamp
Under the assumption it would be comparatively easy aaron had arrived in louisiana by himself with his equipment. the locals had been cagey at best about the possible whereabouts of this group, he had decided to hire a canoe and do some exploring.
I-77
How a man from louisiana got his hands on such things is beyond you but beside the point. he begins to excitedly shout “shortclaw and vani are threats no more!" his men cheer as if hearing their favorite nfl team got the first draft pick.
Turning Christian
The young wolf was again back in the sluice goose, which was pretty much a dive bar on the water’s edge in louisiana.
Swamp Gaytors
The only thing ryan and mason noticed though was the louisiana sun shining down on them. "wearing a black shirt was a fucking mistake." mason whined as he swatted away mosquitos buzzing around his burning face.
Reminiscing on the Swamp
Oh, i was thinking about taking french next year, since i'll be in louisiana for a few years." _ "est-ce vrai? parlez-vous français?"
The Dark Horse Rideth
"pardon my sayin' so, but your daddy didn't give you shit save for a silver spoon in your mouth, a bad attitude, and a complex larger'n the louisiana purchase.
Power And Pride
I live in louisiana. baton rouge. my mother,father,sister and i came here after a uh... ahem,well we had some uninvited people in our town that forced us out. let me explain.
Trapped in a Box
He spoke with a honeyed, louisiana accent, a rich, mellifluous voice with long vowels, slightly rolled r's, and a downswing on the end of his sentences.
The Lion's Spots 1 - Pounced
This was his second flight in one night and they were now somewhere over louisiana last he heard, and were heading to the uk as of this moment.
The Life of Another - Chapter 34
And by then i'd be so full of crispy louisiana-style drumsticks that i wouldn't be able to fight you off." he grinned at me, his tail thumping the sofa cushions expectantly.
Down in the Bayou
After what felt like hours, but was probably only an hour at most, of the louisiana summer heat, he was desperate for anything even remotely cool.