Taggart Ó Cuagan Prologue
"I'm so hungry." I whimper silently to myself as I limped along the trashy back passages of Doen. I've been having this sharp continual pain for the past two years and each passing day it gets worse. _Had it not been for my parents shunning me and...
Escapre from the Fire
I woke up from my nap to the smell and crackle of burning wood. My ears perked up to pin point where the fire was at. _Well that's good, it doesn't sound like a very big fire. Maybe it's just a torch outside the caravan._ I reasoned as I got out of...
Zion Journal 5
It has been a while since I have wrote one of these, but I don't know if I will have another chance before we reach Zion. A lot of things have had me really on edge and worried, and it is starting to take a toll on my heart. We were attacked by a...
Zion: The Final Night
Taggart sighed as he gazed around the battle-worn city. So much pain, blood, violence, and death had been spilled across the walls and grounds. The young hunting dog felt a sharp pain remerge in his ribs as his gaze cast over a pile of rubble and...
Tales of the Huntsville Mayors #1 - Meeting in Massachusetts
And with the #2 pick coming up in the draft, it'll be either [zoie] wilds (african hunting dog, g/f) or [nina] lime (wolf, g) joining us.
Tales of the Huntsville Mayors #4 - Orange and Lime
"i'm sure that if we had taken zoie [wilds (african hunting dog, g/f)] instead of nina, there wouldn't be any question as to her dedication. but holland was--" "i was getting to that," interrupted coach schnitthund.
A Long way. part 4
Jackals, african hunting dogs and ethiopian wolves. do you see?"_ _"yes, i see now."_ scott answered, now sitting up. _"so what do you know about your kind?"_ _"apart from what i've already told you?"_ dusk sighed. _"well, we're pretty numorous.
Spotted Contact
2) lycaon pictus, aka african wild dog, african hunting dog, and so many other names. i just like the italian name too much, so i will use it. for images and such, here it is the wikipedia page: 3) nice too meet you.
Last Drop of Life - Chapter 1
Mitch nodded his softly instead of giving a verbal reply as a young african hunting dog walked gingerly towards the group of students. "greetings everyone!
What Would You Do...
A pure bred african hunting dog, stuck in a wheelchair. our feral cousins were notorious runners, hunting down prey over the savanna. me? i was trapped.