The Magic Knights - Prolog
He was wearing what seemed to be a musketeer outfit, like from the old movies, all white and with a matching hat, and the lion could make out something glowing in the hat.
"The Gift" Stephanie's Storyline, Chapter 9, Part 5
"of course-- the third member of the musketeers. those three were inseparable." it was a call back to the final year the boys went trick-or-treating; they had gone as athos, porthos, and aramis, the three musketeers.
Fugitive's Trust Chapter 4 Part 2 of 2
The old wolf spat at the ground again and pulled his pair of muskets from his belt. "ya know where you need to go, now go!" gregor looked at her and she nodded once.
Zero Point: Chapter 6- Whiteout
The first was the sharpclaw with the musket-styled firearm. he knew nothing about the weapon's capabilities, but it posed the most threat to him or tricky. the sights fell on the lizard-man, who was trying to bring the musket to bear on the earthwalker.
The Gift of a Stranger - Chapter 6
There had been the blast of a musket from near at hand. he remembered the violent impact that had spun him around as the musket ball ripped into him, smashing down through his collarbone and ripping out through his shoulder blade.
Happy Horror Days
For this he takes out a musket, a weapon he absolutely detests, from his enchanted satchel and takes aim at the gnome. the he remembers who he works for and takes out a small crystal ball.
Hiatus Announcement
Currently, i have a nearly 100,000-word manuscript titled three musketeers, which takes place a thousand years before the events of storm wolf, during the early days of the empire’s founding.
The Fouled Doe
Sebastian slung his musket over his shoulder, the leather band brushing off what little debris happened to have collected upon his shoulder.
Aboard the Minotaur
The bull sighed, brow furrowing, troubled eyes following the horse as he opened the gun box and began preparing the muskets. one day soon. one day soon and he would have to put him off the ship for his own sake, even if it would break his heart.
Shovel on a LOT more coal
Her paws worked down his chest to where the buttons of his increasingly well-worn vest were still closed -- then popped them open quickly, like she might've torn open a musket cartridge. "don't have time for you. to play. dumb."
My life as a slave
Her cock shooting load after load of her cum in me; much like a musket firing then another and another... "mmm that was very good for your first night with me." she said lying down next to me i knew then as i know now i would be hers.
Who We Are
It didn’t take much longer for him to find it: a quaint musket and cartridge box tucked into the back corner of toren’s wardrobe.