The Lifetimes of Max and Mina the Fox Chapter 1: The Meeting
But whenever our eyes met, she runs off on all fours into the open forest, not even looking back."
chapter one new friend
Toma, a 17 year old white male, wearing a white hoodie and black cargo pants, looked behind himself and saw four police cops running after him. he heard them yelling for him to stop but he just kept on running.
A boy and his dog Part 3 - Not alone
Yours fox on the run
A boy and his dog Part 2 - It wasn't a dream
Yours, fox on the run
A boy and his dog Part 1 - First feelings
Hope to read you soon, yours fox on the run
Run mowgli! Run for me
Just as he left, amar opened one eye and chuckled leaving the prey to run was one of the few pleasures he got from this type of jobs he had so many things he wanted to do this mancub and this way he could do them without getting scold!
I've Got Your Back
"i-i need to use the bathroom," i stand abruptly from my desk leaving the room at a pace just short of running. i push the door open quickly, slamming my body into it with a force of desperation.
Run The Blitz: Chapter 3
The end of run the blitz, written for momiji_the_rabbit the thought of alan spurring him on, fuyu ran his pre-dripping tip over crush's rosebud a couple times before he began to push inside.
Commission: Corporate Ballroom (ShadowRun Story)
They were on the run, after all, and needed to keep a lower profile.
Slipping Away
And now i'm running... running away... through wind and rain, fiercest frost, a fork in the road, take a right, i am still lost... i don't know where i am going, i am still running... running away... from you...
Fighting Nihilism: Ch. II - On the run, square one
Gasping for breath, the tiger stopped running, begging for ian to stop, too. "i... i cant run anymore... my body... it feels like... a piece of burning coal inside my fur... but inside of me..." ian sighed and stopped, turning around facing him.
Silent Spirits
'cross the vales and blackened plains, swift of paw we run. escaping from the dawn, the taste of blood upon our tongue. yet we long to touch the morning, without fear of being burned. we remember still the hatred, our image there has spurned.