Taming the Werewolf - 12
A longing that did not filter out of her blood. it was gnawing at her insides with every moment that her sensitive places were left untouched. jacob didn't know better because amanda didn't tell him.
Taming the Werewolf
If it was an impurity, surely it could be filtered out like any other waste product. just as dialysis did for his sister.
Giving Them a Show.
The lewd noises filtered through the speaker on a laptop as the image of a german shepherd pounding away at the firm bottom of raccoon could be seen on the dimmed screen.
03 - Rain always brings out the crazies...
Dreb'n had tugged on his rain suit and filter mask. the hard plastic covered the crescent scar of white fur on the feline's cheek.
Please Don't Feed The Animals
He turned it and pointed the filter towards me. the slightly damp filter graced my lips and i inhaled the pungent flavor of the tobacco. a thin stream of smoke exited my pursed lips. "you ready to head out?" rusky asked. "not quite.
Unf
Lee shrugged and flapped his tail between their entwined legs, hoping to catch at least one ticklish part of the lion behind, even as his paws worked to measure the needed amount of ground coffee into the already folded paper filter.
Sacrifice
He began to speak, and i noticed his voice was no longer layered by his filter. "you're right. we need to go." he marched to the door we had come out from and waited. i grabbed morgana's shoulder. "please." i begged her.
Regrettable Circumstances: Ep.2 Pt.2
He de-filtered it and lit it. as he was standing out there, he saw something he could have been perfectly happy without seeing. down the trail and behind some rocks he saw a zombie wandering around in the snow.
A Tale of the Eighth Epoch, Chapter 1 and 2
In the back of my mind i'm already configuring the filters in my terminal to begin to analyze the data. nobody really knows what the daemons are, or where they came from.
Scene One: Green
His wavering, emerald green irises traced the tendrils of smoke rising from the barrel, that tell-tale scent of gunpowder filtering through his nostrils. for what felt like an eternity, he could not look away, transfixed to the iron sights.
Wild Hunt
. \*\*\* i awoke in the woods as dawn light filtered through the trees. my sleep had been untroubled by nightmares. i looked up at the light filtering through the trees and smiled. i felt great. as if a massive weight had been lifted from me.
At A Glance
Beyond the hedges, guests had begun to filter out of the gala. they were at the moment protected from the prying eyes of gawkers, but little time remained before they would be exposed.