Black Tea Skinning の小説・ストーリー

Opening the door slightly to get a better look, what I witnessed mortified me. Dadi and Ahti are doggy styling two women who are humans and have a lighter skin complexion. There’s blood covered all over the women’s bodies. I see Dadi sniffing cocaine on the lady’s ass cheeks, while penetrating her. Ahti is drinking Hennessy straight from the bottle and giving it to her senseless.

Evenly spaced black lines covered their faces, arms and legs. Ever handed me a matching scrap of lambskin. With an efficiency sadly gained from years of brutal conflict and extensive losses, I quickly settled the garment around my hips and tied it securely in place. Once I was dressed, Asher stepped forward, a small pot cradled in his hands. He lifted the lid. Reaching his fingers into the pot, Ever extracted a thick black substance crafted from tree sap and ash. Settling the small pot on a nearby table, Asher followed suit, coating his fingers with the inky material. Silence weighed heavily in the air as they drew matching stripes along my cheek bones, forehead and chin before making their

Gray said with glaring eyes. "No, you see, this is...uh...green tea." "It's color black." No, this is just...uh...uh...you know, a very healthy beverage that is colored black like a...uh...a black..." Zia babbled, desperately looking for an excuse. "A black tea! Yes! Black tea! Ha!" she shouted in excitement. "I can literally see the brand plastered on the bottle." "Ugh, alright, Sherlock. What do you want?"

Caitlin shook her arm, trying to get rid of the water from the tea, and looked down at her wet clothes, quickly pulling at her collar to let them breathe. The tea was extremely hot, and even through her clothes, it stung her skin uncomfortably. Her fair skin turned bright red where the tea had splashed.

It's the first thing out her mouth, and on instinct, she's moving to peer over the tall male's shoulder. Even with the spirit-thing shifting to hide what's in the pot, Alina quickly sees the disaster with a startled noise in the back of her throat. Black Tar is a hazy reminiscent of what should be oatmeal (or so she thinks). The brew bubbling and no doubt toxic, when Claec and her both flinch at a disgustingly large bubble that forms—only to pop with a wretched burnt smell. How in the world--.

He moved closer, examining the skin with a low humming sound. “How did this happen exactly?” “Hot tea.” I said. “I was served it, and it spilled maybe fifteen minutes ago, right on my body, and the rest is in front of you.” He frowned. “This is from tea? For a moment I thought you had been toying around with chemicals.” He shook his head. “It looks quite painful, are you in pain?” “I am.” I sighed. “I couldn’t even touch it with a cold napkin. It feels so rough and raw.”

"My paws are truly sorry, girl. My long fingers slipped on the clay, and my hand accidentally splashed this leftover root tea straight onto your face blemish." She covers her mouth with a silk sleeve and lets out a low, satisfied snicker, adding, "Aren't your claws supposed to be a grand healer across the network? My ears heard rumors that leftover root tea is incredibly effective for treating skin flaws. My mind wonders if my splash can help wash away those hideous, dirty freckles covering your face?"

My true nature was revealed when my skin appeared in the sunlight, and I didn't want anyone to know my secret. But how could this be happening now, in this dimly lit café? I couldn't make sense of it, and my heart was pounding in my chest as I tried to hide my skin from Athen's view. The cracking of my skin was accompanied by a strange sound, like the sound of cracking ice. It was a sound that was both eerie and mesmerizing. I quickly crossed my legs, hoping to cover up the green light before it could be noticed.

“Raz what did you do with the drinking skin?” “Kal had it last.” “Nope, you got it from your bag.” Kal glared, not impressed his brother tried to push off the blame. “I'll get up and get it” Rex added, standing and walking over to the rucksacks. Opening the bag up, Kal was right, it was still in the bag. Smiling at the twins he grabbed it, walked over and threw it to Markus. He popped open the cork lid taking a large drink before passing it to the twins. Both twins also had a mouthful before throwing it to Rex, “you’re part of this adventure too” they said winking. Rex looked at Markus who beckoned for a mouthful. As he pulled the skin up to his lips, the faint scent of almonds, that’s odd,