Heated Week VI: Stuck between feathers and a hard place
"i'd like to see the room tidied up for when i'm back lan." "ok, sh-should i open the windows?"
Tales of Furope: The Rise of Lykanos
lan or gren suggested with a cheerful grin.
Identity: Chapter Twenty-One
Somehow now that he knew garrett lived with xang lan of the triad, he felt a need to keep the coyote safe.
Coming Out
Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of explicit sexual activity and all that jazz, yada yada yada. Don't read if under 18. This story is copyrighted to me (Lance Tanis), and requires my permission for redistribution. Enjoy my first story here on YC,...
Tales of Furope: The Transformation Wizard
"wait a minute...lan or gren?" "y-yes, it's me..." lan or gren confirmed, although his striping pattern was the only thing that would give a clue to his identity.
F.U.R. Part 1
"yes...sir" he rips the shinning necklaces out of her hand, holding them up to the light, one name catches his eye, lan alexander, "damn it" the five survivors hear a sound, a sound of a spinning rotor.
Tales of Furope: The Indecesive Phoenix
Not surprisingly, it was lan or gren who made his request to me, the all-knowing and totally awesome narrator.
Identity: Chapter Twenty
He pulled out a pad of paper, wrote "xang lan: wolf" on it, and poised the pen to take down more notes. burns laughed. "oh, easy. you couldn't miss this one in the crowd." "xang lan is a white wolf, boy. but not pure white, so siree.
Unconventional LAN Party
In the early hours of the morning most of the small residential area that the sun started to shine over was still asleep, those that were up were getting ready for a day of work or to possibly start their day with a bit of exercise or...
Daevon the houndour
I lived a perfectly happy life free of problems until one night as i was roaming the city lan found me. he told me how his beautiful wife fell ill and had died. i told him i was sorry for his loss and he asked to have me back.
Tu eres mi mundo.
lan y francis asomaban sus cabezas por el borde de la puerta y pudieron ver como le dijo algo con sus manos al caballo.
Tales of Furope: The Fall of The Dirtscribe
Standing in his best robes and sporting a wide, shit-eating grin was lan or gren, having decided to take a small vacation from his duties in the mystical community to stop by the festivities. "lan or gren!