Locker Room Hunt
He would need them to hunt his prey in the outside world, once the ache in his loins had been fully satisfied!
A Tense Hunt for Shera
He knelt over the corpse and murmured a prayer of thanks to the goddess of the hunt.
The Hunter Becomes The Hunted
Though... what if he ended up hunted? his heart started pounding, the voice calling out. "no hunt! safe. run. free. nest. home." he shook his head, feeling the wind on his fur and the way the balloon bobbled against the breeze. "we'll be okay... me?
1.) Escape;the Moon's Calling
"come, i would send you on a hunt but i do believe you have run enough today." he said with a growling laugh, walking off into the shadows with wargs in tow.
Easter Egg Hunt
Written by trickster_d and leo_todrius when a young man ventures out into the forest with his friend on an easter egg hunt, he finds a lot more than he bargained for.
Hunt Among the Stars
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the hunted barn
Maybe this was a hunted barn i then turned only to see something out of the corner of my eye i thought it was a horses tail no i'm going mad must be the heat or the smoke from the car.
chapter 6
Chapter 6 Knowing that in Wayfar they had enough from the criminal rates, they set off the next morning, before sunrise. After helping Albreich cleaning the stand, they started their first journey, and for Lilac, far out from their...
The Hunted
"regardless of who wins, you keep your slaves from ever hunting in the forest again." nodding, the stallion agreed, "i do not encourage that to begin with, so that will be easy."
A Chimera's Hunt
Shwoopy was jerked awake from his cat nap by a loud, insistent growl. He blearily looked around the forest. Where had the sound had come from? He saw nothing. He scratched his head in confusion, running his claws through the course brown hair on his...
The Hunt
Slightly warm blood hangs in the wind its pulse harmonizing with our battle rhythm there nearly a statue our prize as we bring our chase to a fulfilling end our teeth praising triumph with gratitude humbled in our salvation oh glorious gaia we hunt
Midnight Stalker
I needed to finish this one job, it was what was going to either make or break my hunting career, in mind. everyone had scoffed and criticized my decisions for years, but i was going to prove them wrong.