Zoo Curious
On the back of the head, under the chin, hist back and sides, the base of his tail, and finally under his belly. gauge stopped and spread his legs ever so gently, nuzzling into stage's mane.
Egg-Brother: Part 1
It was the dawn of a new day, and a light breeze swayed the branches of the hist trees. the cries of a newly hatched breaks the silence of the marsh. the mother leaves over the cradle and picks up the child, hushing it in a foreign tongue.
Jeth Returns to His Master
He froze, shocked for a moment before melting as completely as possible against the insistent hug, snuggling his face joyously into the gray fur at the hollow of hist's neck. "lord hist.... i missed you so much."
Jaree-Ra and His Dragonborn
(by the hist, is she actually the dragonborn?! oh, what luck of mine. she's going to cut down my men in no time and take me out last. but... she is a highly valuable asset. with her at my side, we would be more powerful than the emperor!
In the Warm, Dark Cave
I swear by the hist, you could feel that stupid kitty's boner right through his wrought armor. i cracked open an eye.
On His Mane's Secret Service - #10
Instead she visited the new place in the back of her mind where the path to the hist swirled. she spoke with them, as confused as that term was. and they told her something important.
The Elder Scrolls: Foxfall, Fruitfall - Vol. 4 of 4
Swims-with-wolves returned from her latest communing with the hist to see her lover sitting dejected on their nest-bed. a pensive hush had fallen over the fox, ears down, tail curled tight against him.
Hist Dreams
I writhed and fought a scream, even as the hist answered, and pain distanced itself from me.
Introducing Espiona
I've heard every excuse from hist mutation to branded by sithis. if you want to take a stab at it, be my guest. i gave up trying to find an answer years ago. look, can we talk about something else?
The Journey to Slavery 1
But at least in the swamp, where the mud and the hist consumed everything eventually, they could leave for a time and come back and pretend as if nothing had happened. the elves could not.
An Argonian and his Story
"my name is milos, an argonian born in the black marsh, and banished for disrespecting the hist, the rest is none of business, trough i might ask the same of you.", milos said as he gave away enough information for the dragon put create a simple backround,
The Dovahkiin's Lair
Why in the name of the great hist wasn't this dragon trying to kill him? "why are you not coming over here to try and stop me?" the dragonborn hissed coolly.