Act XXIII
"is there a werehawk living down here someplace? i don't mean sterling hawk, but another younger werehawk. i got to see him once a few years ago, and would like to see him again." the werejackrabbit smiled.
Act XXIV
When the door opened, i saw the four foot eleven inch tall male werehawk holding a cup of tea and wearing only an apron. i introduced myself, and he, falcone of course, invited me inside.
Night of the Werehawk [WS/Scat]
Which one would the werehawk female mate with first? --
Furtasian Species Guide
Faeries_** common faerie greenwood nightling silverbelle **cursed races** **_daemonkin_** fenri fiendling naga ogre tiefling **_lycanthropes_** werewolf werefox werecat wererat wereboar werebear weretiger werepanther werehawk
Night of the Werehawk
Which one would the werehawk female mate with first? --
Chelsea's Comet
“i’m a werehawk, chelsea. i’m going to turn and carry you off into the sky and no one will ever see you again.” he replied. “oh, you’re such a butt, why are we out in the cooold!”
Act XXV
I had evidently made a huge impression on the young werehawk. or, falcone had a lasting crush on me. the last week of my recovery was spent at the sanctuary's gymnasium. an idle tanner is a dangerous tanner.
Bad End / Vore Day - Bestial Delight
Leaving the flayed, stripped corpse of the werehawk behind, the massive dragon sauntered its way back to the campfire. that was what had caught its attention, that smell. the thing inside it's meal had been tasty, but half digested meals always were.