Feathers of the Crowned Bird - 1,835 Words
The wild dog cursed profusely, like a stuck boar. "oku! give me your paw." haidessul demanded, diving back out from under the bush. the wild dog sat there, clutching his bleeding paw, a low whine from his throat.
Wild Ch. 7: Wild Birth
#7 of love in the wild this is the result of an rp between me and nauta sinneau. no, i will not give you his screen name. disclaimer regarding incest and pronouns as before. stormtalon (c) him, nauta sinneau.
A Different Path Chapter: 8
wilde growled. "that-" "that's true," said hopps slowly, cutting off wilde. she seemed to be trying to hold in some emotion. "it's true," she said again, more quietly now as her mouth went dry.
We Used to be Wild
We used to be wild i was swallowed whole by your howl. a spectre, the sun rose. i remember the tremor, midnight feathers aquiver when you found me. yawning maw filled with wind and the sheen of your fangs.
The Wilds of Nature
"Greetings, friends I have a tale I wish to share with you, please have a seat. \*conjures a campfire with wave of her hand.\* My name is Varana, I'm one of many gods of the forest. The story I wish to share is about love, opposites and how they all...
Wild Thang
wild thang was different. his brother had taken him to wild thang when he graduated with his bachelor's degree. he had been skeptical, but it had been so much fun, he tried to go every year after that!
Wild Things
**"wild things"** "come on! keep moving!" jerv's voice sounded about a thousand miles away, but she leapt in front of suel as the pair of wolvar ran toward the hilltops of the realm named "nagrand".
Call of the Wild
Yeah, wild pokémon. they were always so much easier to deal with.
A Wild Night
_"Hello? Oh, yeah! I was just wondering if you'd like to come to my party. I'm hosting one at my place, you think you'd be interesting in coming? Oh, really? Sweet! Alright, be here at ten! Food? Oh, I'll have food. What kind of a party doesn't have...
Taming the Wild
The lady of the house said, her nose snorting like that of a wild hog before she turned her beady brown eyes onto markus. "pay her no mind, boy. she's just talking of wild stories the rest of the townsfolk have been babbling over."
Wild Spirit
wild souls who race along the winds currents. whose strength and spirit remains unbroken. they would die for those they love, but only for those who see them as they are.
The Wild Healer
**the wild healer** _by the brain of lazarus_ _the soul is not so vibrant._ he could taste the lingering stain of copper and salt that painted scarlet over his face.