A Wordsmith Gets Her Reward
"goodbye wordsmith, may we meet again." she said softly as the pair of furs slowly disappeared as if blown away by the wind.
Her Number One Fan: Inspiration
With another sigh, the wordsmith pulled herself out of her chair and sullenly retrieved her jeans from the floor.
The Lead Crown: Ch 2c, Revelations (pt 3)
"you are obviously a skilled wordsmith, mister.....?" she opened up the opportunity to let the stranger introduce himself, which he did simply, and without any particularly great amount of presentation. "wiesen."
The Tunnel
For those of you interested, this is my submission to the wordsmith awards challenge by naraki wolf. if you are interested in the contest, then, check out his journal on the prompt and for further details!
[Sketch] The Many Faces of Perch
#10 of story sketches my break is going very well, but i'm still doing the odd bit of wordsmithing. here are two non-canon little pieces i did to play with the perch character some more.
Fraternization In The Ranks
The rottie was never a big wordsmith, but sex put it all away, and he could only moan loudly and grit his teeth when he unloaded into the dobie's slippery, hot insides for the second time within half an hour.
Chimera in a Bottle
He wasn't much of a wordsmith and his mouth had ruined more than one intimate encounter. the last time had been when he mentioned that he would have to beg and plead for oral in the past, but now it seemed to be sara's favorite position.
A Yiffy Christmas
"you're such a wordsmith nicholas," cally said, using the name he reserved only for his most sarcastic moments. "i'm surprised you don't have a poetry book out yet." "you'd think you might be nicer to the guy who's about to fuck you."
Hitchhiker
Please, i do not mean to speak as a lecherous, common pervert, but i would like to see the body belonging to the kind young wordsmith i have met online, hmm?"
Roadside Favors
He wasn't much of a wordsmith, but even he knew he could have approached the subject with a bit more tact. "nah, forget it, it's way too hot for that." he waved his hand dismissively, shaking his head. "maybe that came out wrong.
Cerberus
"you know what i want to say, you're the wordsmith." the snowfox squeezed his paw in return and turned to the driver, gazing with soft pride and admiration for the russet fox sat behind the wheel. "love, you don't have to say anything.
Ice Cream At The Pier
You're the wordsmith, not me. i'm just the dumb jock who comes down every year for his summer vacation to see you. not that i don't mind forking up the cash, booking a hotel room, even going to painful lengths just to spend another holiday with you.