Breaking and Entering (Vore Story)
Hovering right over you was not the face of raru, but what you could only assume was his butt!
Arvians - The First Loresinger
He had hunted in it often enough, and raru's encouraging chittering from ahead helped guide his feet through the sucking mud grasping tree limbs, the fuzzy, ethereal outline of his dream-pal bounding ahead.
Tribal Diplomacy
raru!" isiat barked. at once, his dreampal, raruraru, a small, glowing blue furdrake, bounded into existence, chittering excitedly while floating merily in circles around the trio.. "really, you're going to have raru babysit us?"