Ander - Chapter 8, Subchapter 4
4 Standing in the shade with his hands in pockets, James couldn't help but stare at the mountain for a while. It was so different in the summertime. No armour of frost and snow to cover its sheer peaks. No howling wind tearing through the cliffs. No...
Searcher
Carrion calm for I am asleep, At the torn lychgate, on FenMere Hill. Watching out into fen-borne mists, Calling, howling frostbitten hearts. Playing cards for souls, Playing glass gods in the graves, Come those to the canid son. Follow him, meet...
Fluffybutt Prose Poem: Arya
Look, a blustery streak of steam in the sky; it is the flight of Arya, soaring from one cloud factory to the next. Like the dandelion seed discovered by Horton, each cloud leads to a distant civilization, just on the margins of human access. Arya...
The Way of Kings
As the days past anglia started going on long day trips with their mother, soon anglia's friends started joining them.
Anglia's Masters
#1 of anglia's masters this is my first post on yiffst.... i mean so furry, so go me!
Unlucky Mission
Hemlcok had to admit that steve had a point, but so did anglia. this was a movie.
GoD-Ep5-The Aftermath-
Queen angelica hart, with her kids theodore katelin and anglia the family of magical wolves. the queen explains that her realm has fallen into disarray because her husband, the king of this realm has become evil.
Science Friction (intro)
Hey, it worked in "maid in anglia." "why is this chair in here?" i reach way, way up and knock another bottle of cleanser off the shelf. then i make a loud kinda surprised yelp as it hits the floor. she yelps too, and jumps back.
Camouflage (Preview)
"i have seen tigers in etrusca, yes, even in the south of our own country, but none from so far north as anglia." "you do not speak with the harshness of an anglian." the otter's voice was gentler, but still wary.
The Gift: Introducing the Spirits, part 3 of 3
Likewise, as his roaming spread, the cwn annwn of wales and even black shuck in east anglia were all possible sightings of the reclusive wolf.
The Root of Sin (M/M)
It was the most beautiful thing of east anglia to roche, that dusky terracotta shade which the locals were immensely proud of, turning their towns into charming macaroons from a distance. "seen that maisie girl?"