Blonde Root Smudge Novels & Stories

Today appeared to be one of those sessions as Jinx was snatching a knife away from his paler brother and grousing about the proper way to cut certain fruits. The big Blonde tom put a paw around the other bunny in his life, his sweet Doll. Who looked especially adorable today, mostly because he was preening from the lilac dye job Hades had helped him with so his ears had pretty tips and the little mop of fur that covered one eye now recalled his pretty curls from when he was a no-fur. Though Guru hadn't been clear on why they needed to lock the door and occupy the big bathroom for so long for such a small dye job.

It flowed perfectly around her. taking in her face, she wore her makeup bright and with sharp details. Smokey eyes with a dark red lipstick that stood out as she smiled widely. Gone were the curls, replaced by a black wavy weave, swept to one shoulder and styled to perfection. Tiny gold studs nestled on her ears, her neck bare and without an accessory. She clutched a dark red purse, so tiny it barely fits a phone.

But I appreciate it nonetheless. “We…could try to stain it again, if you like?” Funda goes but I immediately shoot the idea down. “It was too messy the last time,” I remember. “All the red dripped out and everywhere. The color didn’t even last the week. No, we will not try the stain again.” The last time had proven to be more than enough. My hair was too slick to hold any color. The silver is too stubborn to be hidden. “You…could consider cutting it.” Funda offers again. “We could attain a wig.”

Either way, the lovely scent just made my stomach growl which reminded me that I still had not eaten anything today. I finally snapped out of my hungry daydreaming as the line moved along, then prayed to any god watching that no drool was on my chin. To distract myself, I turned over the box of dye in my hand wanting to read to the description. “Shit!” My cuss earned me a stink eye from caramel lady but I couldn’t bring myself to care. “Yara, how fucking dumb can you get?” I grumbled. Blonde dye? Seriously? I was trying to be unrecognizable, not turn myself into the next neighbourhood ghost. With my pale skin, I would look transparent with blonde hair, getting noticed by the Alpha would be i

Twenty minutes later, and I was looking like one of those preppy bitches at my school, maybe even better. “I knew that brown eyeshadow would look better. Now that really brings attention to your eyes more, and away from the chest… Just a little anyway,” Ramiro said as he caught Jakob looking. He picked up a perfume bottle, and sprayed two squirts at my chest. I looked at the name: Japanese Blossom. “Thank you Ramiro! I didn’t think that… well… um…” I stuttered. He laughed at my uneasiness.

Thinking of it at that moment, I was grateful that I didn't have those features yet. “Since you don't have the features that distinguish you as a female yet, it should be easy to get you into the training camp with a little makeover. Your long hair would have to go through, and I think a little tampering with your eyebrow should be done, too,” Will explained. ‘I learned a trick when I visited my maternal grandmother’s pack. There is a leaf called aura blow. If you use it, it will make you smell masculine, and if you are a male, it will smell feminine,” Amethyst said.

I noted the subtle differences, the small physical changes that were barely noticeable but just enough for the trained eye to see and differentiate between Human and Vampire. His hair had lightened substantially. It was blonde dyed, but now I could see his dark roots were more of a platinum. His cheekbones were a bit more pronounced, same with his jaw. His crooked teeth were now perfectly straight, but his eyes remained that same eerie shade of gold that they were.

It was a mess of red bumps and shiny cream. "But your hair," I stammered, looking at his head. His hair was wet and matted, and... it was a strange, sandy blonde color. Not the dark, rich chestnut of Caleb’s hair. "Your hair was dark in the sunroom." He reached out and grabbed a soggy, dark clump of mess from the shower floor. "It is ze chocolate! From ze dragon! It dyed my hair in ze heat of ze fire! I am a blonde, Madame! A natural, golden son of Lyon! And now I am a Smurf-colored, chocolate-stained, hive-covered disaster!"

I look at a picture on my phone and just copy all the line and stuff since I don't know how to do anything involving contouring. I feel like this is going to end up as a disaster. I blend everything together till I get a perfectly shaded and highlighted face. Not too shabby Elizabeth. I'm actually quite impressed with myself. For my date, I had pretty light make up on, this time I want to be noticed. I wear intense smokey, dark brown, black and burgundy colour on my eyes. Making them pop out and look mysterious. For the hair...what to do with the hair? I was thinking up? But then maybe having it down would be pretty nice to frame my face. So I decide to lightly curl my hair and do two braids

thick, dark hair. “Is this your real hair color?”, he asked. “Yes, why?” “No, it’s just looked perfect with your skin until I thought that it is a touch-up.” I chuckled. “Nah, I’m not that perfectly groomed until I gotta touch up my roots every few weeks. I bet you never have to, your hair color is way more perfect.” “Done that a few times, actually. I had to be a platinum blond guy once during a film, and a few months of shooting with constant triple-hair-root-bleaching were… scaldingly painful.”