When is a murderer not a murderer?
To this day i have never regretted killing that feline, in fact i regret not killing that son of a bitch sooner.
Dinner and a Murder
If you scream, then my lovely friend here is going to kill you."
The Weight of Vestments - Ch 1) Murder! Murder!
"murder! murder!" cries a distressed tavern-maiden, but moments behind the watch-hand to investigate the stable. the assailant is gone, and she runs for the town-side door to run toward the marketplace, the typical location of any town guard. "murder!"
Warren, Murder and Sex
Mmm would you like to come back to my warren and murder a few of my cubs and then fuck in their remains?" the sick mother suggests the otter grins as he licks his chops.
The Perfect Murder for the Perfect Murderer
"she will wake up at six to midnight and i'll explain to her that at midnight i will kill her. that will take one minute.
Murder & Gin
Your bruised ego will end up getting you killed, let the police deal with this buck and be satisfied you got a kit-killer off the streets."
Mustelid Manor Murder Mystery
It meant he could put more energy into solving a murder than he did into getting to the site.
The Murdered Sun
"they killed my mother and ... my ... my sister," he said, his emotions showing as much as his emotional freeze would allow. which was only slightly. but enough to be noticed.
450 a. (Liberation march)
Duckin' cops , jumpin' fences don't know where t'a go if they kill me it might as well be slow.
She Was His Pack
He told me he was going to go into hiding, but i should have realized he was just going to kill himself that night. i should have known that when he said goodbye to me.
Wanderings and Murder - Chapter 2
The landscape beneath me barely changed over the long hours flapping in the dead air; I might've thought I was flying in circles if it hadn't been for the growing stench. I didn't know what to call any of the foul, acidic smells that came to clog the...
Wanderings and Murder - Chapter 1
I felt hard dirt underneath me, pressing into the contours of my body so hard they might bruise. The frozen ground was too hard to mould to my shape, and the worsening stiffness in my back and wings was making that obvious. There was a gust of wind....