The Anthro Religion - (WIP)
#1 of tails of the crimson claw upon the ancient stone tablets believed to be carved by the goddess's own claws almost 7 million years ago, can be found what awaits each anthro when there time on the mortal realm comes to it's end.
Star Fox Lost Adventures: Tinted
Haha this is easy, thought crimson. crimson leaned even more and was going extremely fast. crimson felt his fur ruffle and sway and the wind flew past him. crimson flipped on his goggles and his scarf was moving violently.
Star Fox Lost Chapers: Crimson Skies
"do you like old piles of junk crimson?" wonderful thought crimson just what i need."not really my thing but whatever as long as i get paid."this phone call just keeps getting weirder and weirder by the second thought crimson.
Crimson Eyes
#8 of journey of the shadow archive her eyes were like pools of crimson red blood, even the death shall glare into their beauty. her skin was like the snow unstained by mud; people said she was a broken cutie.
LoS Into The Shadows Ch1
"my...my...my name...my name is...crimson."
LoS Into The Shadows Ch7
"crimson, kill the purple one and i will keep the female." crimson stood at attention quickly and walked between the two other dragons and the master. he dropped to a more predatory stance, baring his fangs and snarling.
LoS Into The Shadows Ch4
crimson smiled and blinked, his eyes returned to normal.
LoS Into The Shadows Ch5
crimson took the lead and used his blizzard wind to propel them faster. a large forest rushed in, the land was riddled by battle scars.
LoS Into The Shadows Ch3
crimson remembered the creature from his memories. "my little crimson, my perfect specimen... why did you leave me?... where did you go?... come back to me," the creature rasped gently.
LoS Into The Shadows Ch2
This is crimson," spyro said realizing crimson was speechless. "crimson, this is terrador, cyril, and volteer. they are the dragon guardians." cynder nudged him in the shoulder to snap him out of it.
A Lion's Life: College ch1
As he passed the mirror he took a quick moment to look at himself; his white fur still slightly damp from the late night shower, his crimson mane, more tangled then usual, "damn you..." he snarled as he began to brush it lightly, trying to tame it.
Ferocity Chapter Four
My fine leather feathered friend here is ichigo crimson". ichigo yawned and nodded again, still snapping out of his dream world. he was dreaming about a nice juicy steak for some reason. thou a fruit bat, he, along with many others had become omnivores.