Calcay Justice
**Calcay Justice** _by the Brain of Lazarus_ He was in no mood for this bullshit. The angry beat of top-lights pulsed in waves of blue and red, bathing over the shoddy excuse of a milk-green pickup, while his Charger sat with a poetic, furious hum,...
Interview #1: Lupus
It starts in my throat. There's a desire deep in me that wants to just start howling and when it comes over me, I just can't hold it back. The feeling of power that comes with it just makes me feel so pumped. Like there's something leaping out through...
Animal Momentum
**Animal Momentum** **By Laz Briar** Applewood Park was likely one of the last places where the encroaching hands of tireless enterprise industry had not yet touched. Quaint and out of the way, a good ten or so miles from home, it was a cascade of...
Pack Dynamics
**Pack Dynamics** **By Laz Briar** Applewood's been seein' a lot of changes. On his short commute back home, Hux watched his little town shift over the years. Used to be pretty quiet. Not much infrastructure, took em' _forever_ just to get basic shit...
Anytime
**Anytime** **By Laz Briar** His eyes fluttered in waves of patterned fatigue, relieved only by the brief hits of sweet menthol flavored vapor sucked into his lungs. Dizzy nicotine clouds shifted to a dizzy buzz and, for the briefest of moments, Hux...
The Mistress and the Slut
Oh, so crude, so harsh… he was already so far down into sub-space that he barely was with himself in reality, just a toy, useless, helpless… he never hung out with anyone that used as rough language as mauve, but the malamute’s words were still enough
Chapter 1: 500 Times
Mark was almost surprised at the voice's rough language and ferocity with which it told him off with, then again, he and the voice existed as one entity and he knew for certain that arguing with himself was not a clear example of a sound mind.
Thinking Alike.txt
Alex bared his teeth at allen, ears flat at the older male's rough language and even rougher humps. the slim lion was on his back, black mane framing his face.
Thief! Part 2
He snarled out blissfully, the rough language seeming so odd coming from such a seemingly cultured dragon. the ancient swung his head down to between her legs, watching that penetration.
A Chest of Troubles
“gorsh stablish...rande des…” it was a rough language. joseph did not understand it but knew who it was. he sniffed, concentrating. the musk was strong, earthy, and masculine. it was a minotaur and there was no doubt about it.
Brick
Had an ear for more rough language, even if he never used it himself. "you haven't been by in over a week," he answered, and i just laughed again. a week?
Magick Harvest Chapter 1: Start of the Season (Patreon Story)
Despite the rough language, he smiled. lord masterson had long since gotten used to the horse's barbs and teases, and it was a rare day that it could actually get a rise out of him.