Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure, Ninteenth Entry
Under other circumstances, spark would have been in awe of a male like praxis.
Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure, Twentieth Entry
But this time, when praxis rose to unsteady feet, it was in a shape far more lithe and curvaceous than the one he'd possessed before. in fact, praxis was no longer a he at all.
Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure, Eighteenth Entry
#18 of pathfinding-cyoa rufus and company head forward to tackle praxis and his slavers.
Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure, Ninty-first Entry
Oh, and we do some very naughty things to praxis.
Total Party Defeat
"praxis!" praxis venator, the leader of the slavers for whom skaeth had worked, stepped with sinuous grace from the darkness.
Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure, Seventeenthh Entry
"yeah," growled rufus softly, "not leaving praxis with her."
Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure, Eighty-ninth Entry
Snarled praxis, before turning and leaping in a flash toward cassidy, intent on seizing the rabbit as a hostage. cassidy, however, rolled with the leap, tumbling onto his back as praxis surged on top.
Return of the Labyrinth: Truth and Reconciliation
Tony confirms, before praxis steps back and begins turning the crank.
Star Trek Story Chapter 2
"praxis? the klingon moon praxis?" asked jarak, standing up, and taking the few steps required for him to be standing behind navigator ensign kiwi wulluf and helmswoman lieutenant skylark lefavre."yes,"a look of great pain crossed the panther's face."
Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure, Ninty-second Entry
As for praxis, well, she at least wouldn’t be getting into any trouble for a good while.
Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure, Nintieth Entry
Finally, praxis' luminous green eyes widened. for the first time ever, urta was rewarded with the rare treat of seeing the wicked panthercat looking worried.
Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure, Eighty-eighth Entry
- and forced his head to look first at the capture of his friends and companions, and then into praxis' evilly-gleaming eyes and shining teeth. "sleep, little rabbit," said praxis, holding a small censer beneath cassidy's nose.