Furmageddon Chaper 4
# chapter 4 "pack up" blackear's shout startled the others more than the sudden onset of the alarm.
Gibbous Moon Waning
"as if you could be choosy yourself, win blackear," she snorted. "no one else would have you, and that's a fact." blackear ignored this jibe, turning to francis and saying "francis, pal, what are you doing out here slumming so early in the day.
Waking Up: Nightstorm, Part 1
"blackear, i like that." "well, blackear, i will leave you in the care of this furless one, there are others i need to see. or you could help.
All That Glitters
Win blackear and the girl from the wolf's head were at ruby's. the table next to them was empty, so he led jay and ernie over to sit with the two raccoons.
Furmageddon Chapter 1
"nice try, blackear, i was only dozing." "your snoring could have brought roof down."
Furmageddon Chapter 3
# Chapter 3 Looking up from one of their many books, Black watched as Night entered the room in silence. "Well, how is she?" "Alive." "That it?" Night let himself drop to his chair, his voice dejected. "The pain finally put her under. Don't...
Furmageddon Chapter 2
# Chapter 2 Tightening his grip on the rifle Nightstorm found a pistol pointed at him. "Don't even think about raising that gun," the leopard smiled. "Now come along, the two of you won't be hurt. We need some bargaining chips for supplies....
Waking Up: First
"it says, from left to right, nightstorm, lightstrike, blackear, nocturna, faralina, theologen, rossoco, carinett, mortimer and coriana."
Waking Up: Nightstorm, Part 2
As i locked the last of the units over blackear, i heard stumbling footfalls from feetpaws.
Sirius: Book Three - Project EPSILON: Chapter 6: The Freebird Phoenix
"four paces ahead of you, mitts," replied the blackear, his eyes closed and face held upward. "he's got an incredibly large mind..." he informed, his ears swivelling from side to side. "much bigger than all of us.
No Spoken Word
Yer blackear's little mail-stooge, aren't you?" sneering, he pivoted mid-step, slamming his metal boots down on one of the fallen letters. he smeared it into the ground, then stepped forward, leaving a dirty bootprint on the envelope.
No Spoken Word
Yer blackear's little mail-stooge, aren't you?" sneering, he pivoted mid-step, slamming his metal boots down on one of the fallen letters. he smeared it into the ground, then stepped forward, leaving a dirty bootprint on the envelope.