[Commission] Damsel in Distress
"admiring my handiwork, mizz lane?" a figure wearing what can only be described as country club clothing stepped from the shadows. the only odd thing about it was the mask made out of a burlap sack on the head. "ah.
Week 11
And cuddles sent me far down lover's lane." "what happens if david turns on them?" robert asks, nervous. "highly unlikely. david wants tom out right now. not will or fred." "ok. i just i'm just a little worried." "i know.
Dynasty: Origins, Act 13: The Nether Axis
"well, lane, you're beginning to learn to harness your abilities for more than just physical fighting judging by that aura, lane. perhaps we can figure something out with that?
Dynasty: Origins, Act 01: Cryptic Illusions
"you did seem to be a bit sheltered in that academy, lane. you need to see some action in order to truly know what being a cryptic guard soldier feels like. there's nothing better than apprehending a criminal, lane."
Dynasty: Origins, Act 02: Colored Crimson
"the name's lane silverbane, sir. if you don't mind me asking, what are you the don of exactly?" "ah, a curious boy," don bortelli chuckled in a low, but loud, voice.
Bottom Lane
"I knew you were squishy, but I didn't know you were THIS squishy..." "Get off!!" squeaked Twitch, his voice shrill with agony. "PLEASE!!" He struggled to lift up the fat ass in his lap, his fingers digging into his opponent's naked flesh, but in his...
Thunder Lanes...
A big lion in the first lane hefts his ball, and winced at his tiny targets. a tall grinning ram in the second lane lifted his ball with a smirk, as he winked at the wolf. the big lion took aim, and threw the ball.
Memory Lane
Eric slowly opened his eyes, feeling some movement. His eyes went wide open and he sat up to see the small green dragon he had befriended one year ago begin to wake. He watched, stunned as she opened her eyes. Blinking, the dragon raised its long neck...
Memory Lane
He sat amidst the snow, waiting silently. This was the worst part, waiting for the moment to come. The moment, although a crushing failure or triumphant victory, was brief and short lived. But the wait was a long buildup, sometimes without a payoff. He...
Memory Lane
Memory lane a crack of thunder resounded off the walls with a bright flash and crack following it making teigan wake with a yelp.
The Worgen Lane
lane stands in the throne room, crossing his tanned well muscled arms over his chest waiting for the king to notice him. minutes had gone by; lane with his ire growing cleared his throat.
The Worgen Lane
lane stands in the throne room, crossing his tanned well muscled arms over his chest waiting for the king to notice him. minutes had gone by; lane with his ire growing cleared his throat.