Love is Only Love
Would express my affections and this is a gift to one of the most beloved wolves i've ever met: tristan black wolf here's the music for those who want to hear the song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?
Squirrely's Nuts
tristan black wolf: might just read you a story, if you'd wish. :) gabriel clyde: hmmmm im always up... :p tristan black wolf: \*tries not to notice\* gabriel clyde: hehe yes, a story. tristan black wolf: well then... what shall it be about?
Affiliated Student Bodies, chpt 1 The Power of Love
This story takes place during the summer between semesters and after another story/fan fiction titled, associated student bodies: don't cry, by tristan black wolf.
The Den - Chapter 1
#1 of the den i would like to thank the members of my pack, tristan black wolf, taz tupasi, wolf seeker, trevor the wildpartyfox, dragon_slayer_dude, and trip legacy for allowing me to use them in this story. guys you are all fantastic.
Warehouse Dog 1
Wolf: "well if you won't let me check you over then at least allow me to introduce myself, my name is tristan black wolf, i would be honoured to know your name."
Having a friend by - (Prose Addendum)
The ever-wonderful tristan black wolf looked at a smutty commission of mine (the colored version of which can be found below, as well as here) and wrote some prose that is far, far too classy (in my humble opinion) for it.
Monday Memos [song lyrics]
So a song that i wrote as inspired by one tristan black wolf. the story entitled "no more monday memos" includes the opening verse. as a side thing for tristan i did this piece.
JY 3 - The next step
\* \* \* \* \* tristan black wolf had what is known as an open door policy: if he wasn't busy, you could stop in at any time to talk with him.
Aftermath
Cory Windrunner slumped, exhausted, barely able to keep herself on the hassock she had sat upon... how long ago? Hours? Months? Years? She had heard every word of a story spanning nearly a decade, felt as if she had somehow lived it, survived it, and...
The Stallion's Tale, Part 3
**_Eight Months Ago_** _BARRETT: Holy fucking hell, Gabe, I thought you knew._ The words on the Internet chat screen were left unattended as Gabriel fell back in his chair, fighting off emotions and thoughts that clawed and screamed for attention....
Collar 4 -- Need to Talk
I passed my forepaws over my face briefly, trying to regain my wits, then settled them in my lap. The events of the past week, not to mention the past hour or so, were taking a toll. I couldn't blame it on lack of sleep; I'd been sleeping like a happy...
Collar 3 -- Self Discovery
"He's in a spot o' bother, isn't he, little 'un?" "Very much so, Master, very much a spot of bother." "Quite the pickle, wouldn't ye say?" "A particularly large gherkin, Master, a prize-winning dill." "Kosher, d' ye think?" "It would not be my...