Kitten Gives her Pup his Bone
The only thing that showed he was special at all was a ring around his neck of golden scales, suggesting a heritage more mongrel than most pups.
A Sympathetic Mind: Part 2: And Then...
mongrel liked being of the opposite gender that much? "of course, dear. but i can't help wonder why.
Mongrels and Music- Chapter 1
Lifting her chin, she grinned triumphantly, exposing delicate, elongated canines. a silver ring shined on the side of her lower lip.
Mongrels and Music- Chapter 5
A stream babbled beside Kupper as it rolled down the hill he was strolling up. Weaving his way through the tall trees with their thin stalks– their thick bushy tops preventing most undergrowth– he paused and peered around curiously. He had not traveled...
Mongrels and Music- Chapter 3
An ageless mongrel, as alien to his own kind as he was among the simple little natives. how much longer would he do this?
Mongrels and Music- Chapter 2
Years seem to mean something to people. At least for the shorter lived species. They hurry around and feel pressured to accomplish things as quickly as possible because their lives wouldn’t otherwise have meaning. For the longer lived species, years...
Mongrels and Music- Chapter 4
The heat of midday found him a good distance from that place. His long legs gave him a particularly brisk stride and his hairless body released the heat easily so he could keep going long into the day. His heritage had granted him two hearts and an...
Mongrels and Music- Chapter 6
Her things were gone, and so was the money. Was he a fool? Had he really been duped so easily? Had he simply been a means to an end? Standing at the edge of the town, he was certain she had left this way. The breeze tugged at his hair,...
A Sympathetic Mind: Prelude: Entries
#2 of a sympathetic mind a sympathetic mind: prelude: entries by slair mongrel 2-9-06 nov. 12 it's raining and the wind is blowing sand and grit around. my boots are soaked through and i can't feel my fingers.
In the silence of night
In the silence of night this story begins. A howl riases above the valley like a song to the moon above, chills are sent down my back, I close my eyes as tears fall... so beautiful. Listoning to a fellow wolfs howl and the peacefull night I could fall...
Karis "Rikka", the EOD Mongrel Fera Arctous Keynari.
After five years of a very successful role within the facility providing security for the customs checkpoints, he was transferred topside as part of a joint agreement between the keynarian facilities and the british government to provide trained canines for
Many More Monkeys Fucking On The Bed!
On the table’s surface was a thin notepad that the mongrel dutifully flipped open, the screen already tabbed to a pre-prepaged video page.