Zion: Light of the New Moon, Ch 1.1 Bannihar
Elias confirmed in a non-comittal tone, "he's certainly an interesting creature." roarg chuckled good-naturedly, "yea... 'interesting' is good way to describe him." the two shared a laugh.
The Lead Crown: Ch 6b, The Brightest Blossom (Pt 5)
Shrugging, the doberman provided a very non-comittal response, "i'll follow sir umberto in whatever he decides." brother rhys, the rat priest that sat beside friar arlowe and his convalescing son didn't say a word.
The Gift: Achievement #2 Unlocked
Aiden shrugged, but it was more in asardonic way than non-comittal. "sure... i guess that's possible... and maybe it was a coincidence that he said hello to me and said he was hoping to talk with danny?"
Exios, Part 6
The gorumn grunted in a non-comittal tone. "nah... ain't got any close family anyway. you can just space him once we're underway." the human nodded, and rephrased the question. "you're welcome to his equipment if you want it, khanvir."
Other Earths - Saurian Earth (Ilsit Major), Part 1/3
Blake offered a non-comittal sound as she motioned toward the elevator. "ah... you seem to be going through them, it seems." he followed after her, licking the back of his teeth in self-reflection. "yes... 'so it seems' indeed."
~ Afterglow ~
~ Afterglow ~ © Cederwyn Whitefurr November 2025 All Rights Reserved. **Chapter One: For Love of a Stallion** Marilla leaned against the balcony railing, her powerful kangaroo tail curled lazily for balance as the cool dusk breeze...
Prey To Me
He was not a man of comittal either- most of his girlfriends started to bore or annoy him after only a few weeks, and he sought a new one using his rugged good looks and smooth deep voice to lure them. his last fling though was a bit too strong willed.
Angels we have heard on high
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The Love Parasite, epilogue
“that’s as non-comittal as you’ve ever been, hon.” “and you should tell me what you want to tell me before it’s too late,” curtis countered, taking her hand between both of his.
~ Salt Wind and Sweet Grass ~
### Prologue Saltwind Lot 47 shook in the kill pen: a raw-boned dapple-gray filly, two years old, ribs showing like shipwreck timbers under storm-cloud hide. A scrap of cardboard wired to the gate read CANNER – $0.65/lb in bleeding red...