Of Wolves and Foxes, Chapter 13
Group commander bufort, the mourning son's executive officer, stepped to the admiral's side and said quietly, "i'm sorry to interrupt, sir, but high admiral royce wishes to speak with the fox."
To Catch a Rabbit - Chapter 1
"well, first, there's the thrill of the hunt," he mournfully shook his head, "civilization has robbed us of so much.
To Dream of Darkness - Ch 20
I am in mourning, as you know full well," amara snapped, as she closed the door. "you killed my husband. you are also responsible for killing my house girl. why should i not kill you? or better yet, convince you to join my side?
The Wolves of Gryning: Chapter 25
The time for mourning had passed--the time for feasting had begun. three days the feasts lasted.
Sorrow(Chapter 26)
Don't waste it mourning for me." troy yawned deeply, "i want you to mourn me, but don't let it rule your life." wyatt cried, "i love you too, so much." "bye," troy said, "i love you."
Of Wolves and Foxes, Chapter 20
You are free to board." \*\*\* the two marines that escorted royce through the upper decks of the mourning son soon found themselves dealing with an uncooperative captive.
Pokephilia Story LHNB - An Embrace on St. Valentine's
The funeral was full of crying and mourning as the four coffin bearers carried the steel coffin to its final resting place.
A Rude Awakening Chapter One- Wake Up Call
The church was full of people, all friends or family of julianne vandross mourning the loss of her.
Lobo: King of the Currumpaw Valley
He was heartbroken and mourned at her loss every night at the same spot. seton, recognizing lobo's mournful howl, suddenly felt bad for him, and had a change-of-heart for wolves.
Red Roses mean love, White Doves peace: Srsly (6 Icons!)
Everybody uses these things, and many of us are aware that while you wear black to mourn in the west, in the east you wear white. these things are intangible and seldom formally codified. this is not about all of these things.
Star Gazing: Chapter One
It was either that, or living a short life of mournful solitude and depression.
The Naked Handcuff Dance (ch.1)
Judy curled inward like an overcooked shrimp, emitting a low, mournful noise. "call and tell them i'm sick." "you're not sick. c'mon. it's just desk duty." nudge, nudge, nudge. "clawhauser will be there.