Odd Wolf Out: Chapter three
Everyone in his pack has noticed him and some thought he was of a bad omen, that the alpha-omega interstatus marriage was abomination and he was proof.
Just Like Your Father
A bead of her moisture rolled down his shaft; an omen of greater things.
Tauren Tale, Chapter 1
That was a blessing; a good omen, perhaps. * * * the pair reached the top of the plateau near midnight. despite living in mulgore their entire lives, neither had been up there before. sanja wished that it had still been daytime.
Pinetail, the Eighth Shaman Squirrel
Perhaps when he saw the rintar mating with the ganocc, it was an omen. perhaps this is what the shaman orbs hold as his destiny. he grabbed hold of the protruding vulva, and inserted his feral squirrel penis in, copulating vigorously.
New Discoveries
Furthermore, there's no other person i could trust better than her right now, yes i'm jumping to conclusions but up to this point she hasn't shown any hostility, unlike most people here, and i see that as an omen.
Swak - Chapter 1
No omen, good or bad was assigned to this. to some of the tribe members he was no more than a walking meal, or a servant made to tend to the more unpleasant tasks. even in this he took a small pride for being useful for something.
The Last Tale- Chapter Three
It was a good omen for the upcoming day, and we headed off to the edge of the plains with smiles on our beaks and songs in our hearts.
With Every Black Cloud....(Storm part 2)
"earth was full of dragons until humans started to rebel, calling them hostiles and bad omens. the dragons were forced to go into hiding." the little will nodded and looked down at his feet on the bed as he sat with his legs crossed.
Valkyrie - Book 1 - Chapter 11 - The Culling of Chentrilla (Revised Edition)
However there was something else too... strange dark clouds gathering on the horizon almost like some sort of bad omen. after about four minutes of road, the jeep effortlessly climbed a very large hill which was just behind new haven docks.
Yes, Sir, Please, Sir
The elegant panther built like a promising omen only relaxed, letting a broad, victorious smile cross his muzzle. his dick felt as if it might be glowing in the bear's muzzle, the nimble and frisky tongue belying the bear's apparent simplicity.
Quietus: A Fairy Tale in Three Parts (1)
Even here the omen pierced his consciousness; it's dread portend bespoken. it was too late for everyone. what could he do? he leaned forward and disparagingly kissed his fated swain's belly.
The Oskorei
Legend was, each month, on the night of the new moon the cursed riders came to the mortal realm to hunt any traveler foolhardy enough to be out after dark on such an ill-omened night. he could hear faint thunder now.