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Zephyr patted his tunic and Carol nodded twice, blinking innocently as it dived under his tunic again silently. I sighed and looked at the Uriko brother who addressed the gathering. Both of them had waist length black hair. They were slim, tall and looked just like models. Asashi was wearing a navy blue long lolita coat with an intricate golden thread and button work. Aera was wearing a black lolita coat with silver thread and button work.

She didn’t want to get caught at it, but he was interesting in the way that he didn’t look like anyone else. She’d found her sister’s mate, Castor, so exotic because of his half-shaved head, beard, and tattoos. He’d looked like a Viking warrior. Agnar was markedly different, though he wore his hard past like a garment. His hair was long on top, but the sides were shaved. He kept his tied in a knot high up on his head and didn’t braid or adorn it in any way. He wore all black, which suited him. It set off his mahogany hair and beard with the few silver strands shot through and his strange, silver eyes.

Akana turned and stared in astonishment at the sight. An Auon. The man had black skin, a broad face with high cheekbones, dark eyes, and shoulder-length white hair that curled around his face. He was skinny and had a sharp and young figure. Older than Akana but no older than thirty. He had a tattoo on his face, which took its shape from the center of his forehead and went down to the sides of his eyes onto his cheeks.

I smile and play with my son’s hair. If Remington is right and his hair won’t continue to get white, that means MY genes are somehow just as strong as the Silvan genes. Because right now, Ash’s hair is almost perfectly fifty percent white and fifty percent black. Maaaaybe there’s a bit more of the white Silvan hair, but it’s almost precisely half and half. I really hope it stays like this, because it looks super cool and it’ll always make him stand out. Alpha Ashton Doreen Silvan, with his half-and-half hair. And his strong white wolf with the black head.

His shoulder square in shape, it was acceptable to intimidate anyone. He wore his all-black attire making it hard to discriminate between him and the darkness if it is not because of his cold pale skin, which was shining brightly like the crystals. His nineties blondes hair complexing his look. The dark-undertone hue was all the range in the nineties and Adrian is definitely still rocking it today.

I have to be completely sure that I’m not being fucked with. She has heterochromia, one eye black, the other’s a deep purple. Her hair’s very dark, darker than Bastard’s, a straight, rich black mane falling over her shoulders. Holy fuck she’s hot. What are in the Aronohai genes? Aronohai Misa is incredibly hot, she could fuck me. I’m deathly terrified of alphas but I’d consent, she can have me however she wants me. Damn it, I’m not enough, she can have Sakura too.

I am coming my love, I am coming for you. I call in the servants and ask them to help me cut my hairs. Like I said, it’s been so long since I had a decent haircut. As the boy cuts my hairs, I notice the dark black strands that bounce off my shoulder and finally land on the ground. Catty was right, I had the same hair colour as hers. Raven black. I whisper smiling.

Diandra nodded and smiled looking at the blonde through the large glass in front of her. "Your hair is very nice, you never introduce chemicals to your hair so I won't use very harsh chemicals. Your hair is straight and long, the black color is a little dull so I guess I'll just trim it down a bit, maybe an inch or two off. and I'll give you a new style. I'll give your hair vitamins and I'll highlight them in light brown or ash. A little gray." . "Please, you can choose the details..." The Stylish gave an example of the light brown and ash colors she meant. Edwin drew closer.

my mother introduced to me. Itsuki was an attractive male from Nippon who could have been... in fact a male idol. His aesthetic ran similar to one of the modern ages. With an oversized denim jacket and black jumpsuit. He matched his outfit with combat boots. He had the rich dark hair of his ancestors and pale skin. His hair was cut just into his eyes that hid how dark they were from me. Itsuki's mate was Aoki. I could sense it. They were paired entirely by fate herself.

After shaking my head, I patiently waited for her to get finished until the door creaked wide open so I shifted my gaze from our room. My eyes widened after seeing her hair. She has long, wavy, black hair. It appears to be crimped into broad, straight ridges and is worn severely side-swept to her left. It is just below her waist and turns a flame-orange color as it passes her elbows. I didn’t know that character suits her so much to the point that she looks exactly like her, the way I imagined Nezuko would be in real life. “How do I look, master? Do I pass the test of looking exactly like Nezuko?” She curiously asked while twirling.