“Ro’Jo The Mage” A Story inspired by Elder Scroll’s IV: Oblivion
The aragonian was cleaning one of the many clay mugs when he looked to the dark elf. "welcome to likes-soft-skins inn! i'm likes-soft-skins and i like all soft skin races!" the aragonian said with a grin.
Their Color
She lifted his mug and then hers to her muzzle and inhaled the pale brown scent of the cocoa powder in the ceramic mugs - white, clean, smooth in her fingers, cold when they were empty but jumping to life when filled - making sure there would be enough powder
Sneaking a Peek
I chuffed and inhaled some of the sweet aroma of coffee from my mug before flicking a smile in the direction of doctor browning enjoying her own mugful over on the small table while i had taken over a good half of the couch in the break room.
Black Fox, Black Flame (4)
A mugging? in broad daylight? in this area of the city? worrying.
Wolves In A Storm
The bedroom door opened with a slight squeak, and in the door frame stood marlon, the slightly built collie with his fluffy patchwork of fur, clenching two gently steaming mugs in his paws.
A spell to forget
As you said, my time is long over," he made a pause, taking a look at the mug's inside, and leaving it in a shelf being happy with the result. "northwest from here, it's a three hours travel.
Heated Blanket
Rebecca hummed and shifted a little to reach for one of the mugs of cocoa. "let's see if this helps..." anon tensed slightly at her words, expecting more teasing or squeezing.
Spa Adventures
He set the mugs and pitcher down on a small bedside table. the other dragon had stopped sniffling, and his voice cracked a bit when he spoke. "i like tea. mind pouring me some?" his voice wavered a bit. "will do.
Drink Responsibly
At least two more mugs each were provided before bobert started slowing down. he was beginning to feel that gentle buzz that came with imbibing.
Hansel and Gretel: The Second Night
Later, millicent returned with two mugs of warm cocoa. "i have a drink for you two," she said.
Chapter VI, Wolves & Jackals
Many of them were either sailors or merchants from out of city, she carried a large jug of mead and was making constant rounds about the tavern, refilling mugs and with each table she passed she felt a slap or pinch upon her sore ass.
Ladder Racing - Chapter 1 - 2
He nods and goes back to wiping beer mugs. i wonder if bartenders are required to wipe beer mugs as some sort of old-time naval law. they aren't getting any cleaner. "was there a big wolf in here last night?" i ask. "around half past 9?"