Magik & Myth: Falling of the Dusk: Blood Dawn (Chpt 2)
\* \* \* 'caves,,, by the varg i hate caves.' he was quite angry, which wasn't all that uncommon for a dwarf. 'what kind of self respecting dwarf would scurry about in damn caves!'
Food and the Fandom
"varg used to play in a heavy-calorie band." "why is everyone in the fandom so obsessed with food?" i cried out. the lion frowned and the badger stopped tuning his bass. they looked at each other slightly stunned, then at me.
Frostbite
varg was away with his girlfriend and od was at a convention with his friends. leon was on patrol in his city and had no idea ilbv had even travelled.
Stories of Skarn - The Quick Reference Sheet
Dogs (or), tftch - fox hunt, tftch - bad things (mo), tml p1, tml p2, tml p3 (mo), tftch - idol playthings (mo), tml p6 (or), tftch - employee benefits **tyrian morado:** tml p5 (mo) **tyronius "tyrone" darktide:** tml p1 (mo) **vangoth:** tml p5 (mo) **varg
Magik & Myth; Falling of the Dusk: Blood Dawn (Chpt 5)
The varg, the holy stories of the dawnwalkers, were written only once, by the very hand of the divine, itself.
Heated Research
"then varg fucks you five times instead o' once." suel clenched his jaws, took a step forward, around the stable keeper, and closed his eyes when his arm pressed against suel's chest.
The Back Pages (2024)
Rob grabbed it and found that it was his neighbor varg calling him. rob closed his eyes and braced for it, knowing very well what was going on. "damage report, varg." "well rob, i guess you know why i'm calling..." came varg's voice.
The Monster Within
The story i chose for this one is non-returnable, by the talented varg stigandr his story is downright amazing and brings to light strong thoughts about the dichotomy of good and evil and how easily things can be warped based on one's perspective.
Analog Pt. I
Rob and his friend varg helped their lead singer, ron samson, after his home had burned down in an electrical fire.
My Home of Ice and Fire
His hair was long and pale, faded yellow like corpse-skin that fell well beyond broad shoulders, hanging loosely in wispy strands over the heavy coat that had once been his brother, varg.
Rukus at the Elder Stag Inn
"ya said you were a soldier," ruk mused as the moose shifted, pulling varg's leg up with his free hand so he could press the head of that cock against the fuzzy hole nestled between the wolf's cheeks. "you must know what victory does to a man.
Wet Cement, Ch. 15: Lines Blurred
They had been put on alert the evening Flick announced the koaku assault had been squashed, and continued their 12-on, 12-off schedule for the next two days (FLI-682 did not) until someone finally set some big brass straight and they were told to...