Walls: Reboot 4 - The Creeping Shadow
"you're angry with me," i whispered, and tipped my head. a subtle sigh followed, "no, not with you." i tipped my head as i observed her, "with the system then?"
………Prologue………
Scaled lips were pulled back in a snarl, his teeth like rows of razor-edged pearls; each tipped with a needlelike point. his scales were tightly flexed to his body, living armor that served his kind well.
Cederwyn Whitefurr - Profile (Clean version)
He stands digigrade on a pair of cloven black hooves he keeps his long ears swept back, hanging limply at the back of his neck, and their black tips glimmer softly in the light. his eyes are almost black, in reality, just a really dark brown.
Furry High Chapter 1
I smiled at her, she was about five foot eight with beautiful orange fur and a long tail with a white tip. she wore a suit which was kinda strange for my mother.
Prologue
Year: 3112 april 21 an ominous tip is sent to cdf or cornerian defense force, that another star system a few light-years away has intelligent life and is said to be andross's new front.
Astral High - Continuum
She raised up on her tip toes and tilted her head up to kiss me, and i still had to tip my head down to meet her's. her voice was smooth as she spoke, "i guess being naughty isn't all bad." "hm. you know, our laws won't matter in a couple days."
Pack Nightshade: Tails of the Northern Lights (Part 1)
For a female, aurora was a magnificent specimen, her snowy white fur making the snow beneath her paws look almost grey in comparison, the only hint of grey was her dorsal stripe, a line of dark grey running from her nose tip to the tip of her tail.
A Light in a Sea of Dark
Four legs sprouted from the trunk of his body, short claws tipping each one. he also had some rad as hell sunglasses on. "sup," said the dragon, worming his way around the light. god stared at him.
A Bookworm's First Love Ch.8
And each, was tipped with a sharp, menacing, black claw. ikara grabbed her pendant away from zen's arm. "where is maximum?" "here." once again, black flames appeared, and a big silver dragon appeared.
Of Flame and Frost: Prologue
However, instead of a bayonet, there was blade running from trigger to tip and a few inches beyond. his russet eyes met with nothing. there was no scenery, a thick and chilling mist had descended upon the area.
Enter the Games
Rolling to all fours, his padded tips pressing into the glass, the roo stared in all at the figure with the black canine shaped helmet.
Life of Honor
The blade at the very tip cut the end of his finger, and he anointed it with his blood. "faenya...fly with me this day." he opened his eyes, and time - and the demons - came crashing down on him. swing, crack.