Chapter 3 — Embers
It only took her a second or two to before she turned towards crystalia, and then only a couple more to notice nol's camouflaged scales practically on top of crystalia's far side.
Chapter 4- Lessons Learned
crystalia sighs, unexcited with the prospect of school as her mother had explained it. "cheer up, it'll be fun." "how do you know?" crystalia responds mentally.
A Tale of Two Lives || Chapter 2 — Sparks of Love
crystalia steps out of the bushes in which she was hiding, her head bowed, but her body held up high. "my name is crystalia."
Chapter 3- Crystalia’s Power
Crimsa whispers back, keeping quiet for crystalia's sake. "it's also not unheard of." relid adds. after a few more comments being passed between the mates, they decide to simply watch crystalia closely. ...
A Tale of Two Lives || Chapter 6: Of Family
Thankfully, crystalia, who opened the door, didn't seem to be unnerved by the growl, and she looked at him from the doorway, her tail held peculiarly low. "crystalia, your mother left this for you, you might want to put it on before you go."
A Tale of Two Lives || Chapter 7: Flowers of Love
Nolaltro kept his body lowered as he moved towards crystalia.
A Tale of Two Lives || Chapter 5- Blossoms in the Winter
She fully expected from the moment she had been told that crystalia was with him that she would not get a warm greeting from her daughter, so she wasn't upset when she heard crystalia's low, growling tone.
Chapter 2- Crystalia’s Tale
"good morning crystalia." crimsa coos lovingly to the youngling.
Zakron's Midnight
The first story set in crystalia, this one documents what zakron, hugely successful businessman wolf, does late at night.
A Tale of Two Lives || Chapter 1 — Where Stories Begin
"crystalia. i like it," he announced softly, after a short period of silence. crimsa practically purred with delight, her tail wrapping around relid's on its own volition as she leaned harder against him.
Crystalia... Chapter 1:- Where The Story Begins
Our story begins within the mystical town of crystalia, where nothing is as it seems.