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JVL: Chapter EightA Chapter by rClaws ripped blindly, lips wrinkled back in a vicious snarl, and everything was the color of blood. It was all red, like the stic.. |
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JVL: Chapter NineA Chapter by rBodies mauled and bloody surrounded the space as she came back into reality and usual life. Redness continued to stain her vision, and it took a jolt .. |
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JVL: Chapter TenA Chapter by rSUCKISH FIGHTING SCENES. :DDD |
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JVL: Chapter ElevenA Chapter by rGrasses brushed merely as high as halfway up black legs, making the black form exposed, and violent wind full of chill ruffled he.. |
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JVL: Chapter SixA Chapter by rPaws were entangled with hers, and the fur beneath her cheek was comfortable and warm with all its softness. The slight rising an.. |
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JVL: Chapter SevenA Chapter by r“Line up to my left if you want to go; my right if you want to stay,” Father commanded, the jags below him still gru.. |
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Jag Versus LeoA Book by rIt's funny. There's angst, violence, fluff, and whatthefuck scenes. Read it if you wish to be blown, whether by the suckiness or its slutness or its.... |
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JVL: Chapter FortyA Chapter by rThe morning was warm and bright, and they had been walking under the vivid trees for only a short while. Tyk's limbs were stiff, though, and Raven was.. |
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Age RageA Poem by David Lewis PagetI was wandering through the Nursing Home In the town of Morton Rise, Seeking an old and weathered face That I’d known in anoth.. |
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Tezacatlipoca: Walking with JaguarsA Book by ashesonfire"When an Aztec god wants you for a mate... He will do anthing to have you" |
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The TigerA Story by Colonel TomTomahawk and an encounter with a big cat at night in a Thailand jungle |
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Okavango Delta & Mashatu Private Safari experience..A Story by bradleytempletonC4 Photo Safaris had the privilege of hosting the Osborn’s on a Private safari in the Okavango Delta and Mashatu Game reserve in June 2016. |
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SpotsA Chapter by Lyn Andersonpretty self explanatory |
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The Leopard's VigilA Poem by Anastasia HarperAn Original Poem by Anastasia E. Harper. There's not much to say about this one, but it was written when I was lonely. |
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