2.1 - Decompression
"but the intruders will kill themselves, too," wren said. "not if they get what they want and leave before then," ketchy said, fearfully. wren paused. thinking. letting out a breath. almost zoning out. "wren," rella whispered. he looked to her.
[QC-04] Nobody's Watching
"no point in lying, wren, you're always welcome in me, as long as they don't find us out."
The Twilight Perimeter
"kody," realized wren, feeling a chill. "he's dead," denali said ... voice quavering. "i ... i ... there's nothing i can do. he was dead when i got there," the otter said. wren swallowed.
A figgy Pudding tranformeve
wren asked now in tears, across the room she heard an answer. "a... a mouse."
Sepia-Hued Dangers
Lead the team," wren suggested (or ordered ... whichever one). field let out a breath, looking at the viewer. "wren," said rella (from tactical). she was frowning. "what is it?" wren turned.
1.3 - Hiding Away
He was an admiral, older than wren. and happened to be at the same station luminous was currently docked at. "is that supposed to concern me?" wren was sitting in his chair. trying to act casual. trying to remain cool. but it was a hard sell.
No Last Chances-Chapter 2
I lay still in attempt to sleep, david was admiring his wooden sculptures, wren was playing a game of solitaire and zach was smacking his head against the wall.
Maldrasen the Slaver, Chapter 2
And if it wants wren then i'd be a fool not to assess just how much it wants her. there is still cacophreya to consider though. i know my long-time ally would love to get her claws on wren as well.
Every Hour Here
"w-wren ... g-get it ... h-help me take it ... " she was fumbling at the rest of his attire. at his pants. "um ... off ... " he did so.
Interim
"wren?" "no, painted bunting." a roll-eyes. "yes, wren. who did you think?" and a double roll-eyes cause field had missed the avian joke. but, then, wren did have a dry sense of humor. but so did field.
No Last Chances-Chapter 5
wren seemed to agree with me. "what the fuck are you doing?" he spat out at them. it appeared that they hadn't noticed us until wren spoke.
Maw Play with a Macro
wren moaned and moaned, squirming but not really getting anywhere as he rolled about the larger dragon's maw.