Enochian: Epilogue / The Prophecy
And the king of mists shall rule over all.
Loona and the Stolen Sense-Feather - Chapter 3
The mists are diluting his scent, but it can still be triangulated. she continues to sniff at the air, wiggling her nose in front of her, taking small steps this way and that.
Total Trust Chapter One: Pressing On
mist's pokeball was the only one clipped onto it.
Dran and Mist - Chapter Twelve - Angel
The white of mists face fur became shot through with red, a whine escaping her as trine allowed her tongue to trail upwards from a shallow slash and over a breast. she grinned.
I had this dream
The mists as the powerful current crashes against the rocks are relaxing... surprisingly so for all the noise they're making. but then, that's not the main attraction here. after all, now that i've arrived... i'll have her undivided attention.
Peaceful insomnia...
Slowly, lowly, through the mists ever hiding the destination i move about with ease, carried by the breeze, care-free, a true stranger to frustration eyes blinking, thoughts always in themselves, thinking sounds echoing around, they seem behind in my ventures
Behind Closed Doors
This cottage flowerbed overcome by weeds, ground laid to waste, waves solemnly through the misted window, as a single speck of dust settles on the chocolate foil, drifting near the paper bin, almost posed to find. but no: she is gone.
Encyclopedia Furtanica : Event, The
Historians are still unsure how or why this occorance happened, as the details were lost to the mists of time, but experts say many generations ago 3/4 of the human population and 1/2 of each animal species on the planet evolved mysteriously into the fur and
random poem
I feel like my heart is missing from my chest, i cant feel it beating any more, i can only feel the heaviness of my female areas which define what and who i am.. uncared fore and un changed yet i look through the mists of my past, trying to find my
Godly Axolotl Bro (;P)
The mists of time, a representation of destiny and fate, played in tendrils, rubbing against each other as they were blown about on the tides, the forces that moved them.
Dran and Mist - Chapter Eight - Conquest
Another finger was added, drawing a moan from her as she struggled to rise from beside mist's sleeping form. all however proved futile as an increase in speed forced her to submit.
The Forgotten God
The trees blocked out the sun, while thick vines and mists made travel difficult. even for someone so skilled as a woodsman, it was challenging for him to keep his bearings.