In a Sympathetic World
He was my hero, my savior, my best friend. we grew up together, as close as always. he made the pressures of highschool life bearable. but at that time something bothered me constantly, like a beetle burrowing through my subconcience.
A Perfect Beginning
Enjoy here i lay under foot of what my people called our savior.
Tales from Hell: Breaking Them In
The arms turned her over, bringing her face to face with her savior. a red-furred goat with black horns. tentacles hung from under his robe. he smiled. "what do we have here? what kind of sinner...?" "i-i didn't do anything!"
Stinky Slave Training [Farting, Breathplay, Latex]
He could not savior the smell for very long though as the next one came in rumbling, and it was entirely different from the first one. an image appeared in sammy's mind, one of the dumpster fire he witnessed a few years ago.
All Part of Being A Soldier
Devon couldn't recall how long his saviour had carried him but soon his idea of the person being a saviour was wrong as he was tossed roughly into a empty cell save for a metal bed along with a mirror opposite of the bed along with a small toilet.
Week 6: Horses and 'hospitals'
After a short free-fall he was caught by four strong hands, one pair under each armpit as he opened his eyes to look upon his saviours.
The Digimon Wars Chapter 10 Reunited
''you see when i first got into the digital world they called me fuhrer and a saviour because five years ago there were other humans there, but when they showed me some papers left by the previous humans i found out that they were nazis.
Broken Powers
A saviour of the people. the reality of the matter, of course, was quite different. superheroes didn't simply come from nowhere. vats of toxin couldn't somehow grant an individual the ability to break the laws of physics.
A cure for corruption
It took him a couple of seconds to realize that he had been thinking about his mysterious savior over the last 15 minutes. "nothing, i'm fine."
TLoS: Challenge of Hearts (Chapter 5)
"because i'm tired of being the saviour. i hate being the 'purple dragon of legend'. everyone wants you to do everything for them.
Jorvik and the Demon
A saviour?” the black wolf groaned, as if in pain, standing up. he looked ancient; the coal-black of his fur fading into an ashen grey around his muzzle. “what’s wrong?” jorvik asked. “i am cursed,” the black one replied.
Something He Will Never Forget
Suddenly a wave of hands began to undo the harness he had on and pet the savior of the town and tell him what a good dog he was.