Cheetah Coat Novels & Stories

My eyes then came to a halt when I saw myself in the mirror. My black jacket had my number V7 embodied in red, my black pants had a bit of mud-caked at the bottom near my white-spotted paws. White Paws that represented pure lighting speed were now covered in mud... my grassy green eyes shine back at me along with parts of my wet spotted furry face. I twitched my pink little nose sending a movement through my whiskers. A White Cheetah in a human body structure. .... a beast that was created for one purpose. ... Maybe. . it doesn't have to be that way... I could do this for my creator... I thought as I stared at myself in the mirror.

The tribal men joined too but Katana was faster and slashed through many necks, taking the toll to win the fight. One of the bandits came closer and attacked Katana with his incredible speed. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that the bandit shifted into a cheetah and to my amusement, it was as big as a werewolf. A werecheetah? I had read about them in the books but never thought I would see one. He easily bashed Katana and threw her away.

I bought two more and shoved them into my jacket pocket, ignoring the vendor’s attempt at small talk. By the third floor, I stopped at a jacket shop. The displays were lined with thick leather coats. It was mostly made from goats and sheep leather since it was the few animals that didn't qualify as shifter DNA. One caught my eye, black, fitted, with reinforced shoulders. My hand brushed the sleeve. Smooth, heavy. Strong. “Three thousand tokes,” the shopkeeper said behind me. I snorted. “For this?” He smiled as his receding hairline crinkled from his worn skin. The bear wasnt old. i could smell his youth. "Protection has no price.”

Equipment: Camouflage Fur Coat Equipment Level: 10 Equipment Type: Prototype (Unranked) Equipment Description: This coat is a prototype made by Tailor Sam during his youth that doesn't grant its wearer any defensive stats. Instead, the wearer will be able to use the skill , allowing for him or her to blend into their surroundings.

Cherish had long gone but we artfully threaded the long arm of the rucksack through a front paw and slung it over our powerful shoulders. Managing to not make a complete mess of it and roll around like an idiot puppy we managed to sling the other paw too. First challenge complete. My fur is of course red, coppery fire tones that make me stand out in a forest. I’m no good for stealth when I shine like a beacon, especially in the moonlight. However I make up for it in power. Cherish appears to have a quick wolf for I cannot see her anywhere. Kohl picks up her berry scent and exhilaration pulses through us as we dive off the cliff face, scrabbling down the rocks to the bottom.

before Felix could respond to her a new and familiar voice interrupted them and then to Chelsea's extreme horror , Rogue stepped out of the carriage . Dressed in a long coat with billowing edges ( I don't know what it is called I searched but I couldn't find it , he is dressed like an anime prince , you know the one that looks like a coat but down the waist it became more like a cloak with opening ) , the fastened buttons hardly mattered as the coat didn't hid the sleak white shirt that was wrapped around his narrow waist , tucked into the black pants that fitted his long legs a little too well . He hadn't bothered with his black hair as it looked tousled and untidy , something that has neve

“She just called me. I convinced her to come back to my place, but she said she didn’t want to frighten me more. You saw her at your work a few times… is it truly horrific? How?” “It’s not horrific per se, but she probably has blood all over herself. I mean, she had been fighting vampires and goblins all night, so she must be looking like a serial killer or something.” “Did you know about Cheetah?” “Yeah, I knew. She can transform into a black panther, but it’s not a practical form if she needs to walk around town without being seen, so she learned to transform into a miniature version, and well… that’s Cheetah. I think it’s your friend Victoria who started calling her like that when she’s i

It was now staring at Pandora intently, as if one small movement from her was a bullfighter's red cloth to lure the bull. Pandora wanted to stay silent, but she couldn't prevent every out-of-control action. Slowly inching away, she caught the attention of Kingston's pet. A cheetah. A member of the cat family that hunts prey with speed. Without settling or herding. And has the outline of a tiger but not the roar of a lion. That's why, even though it purrs in a cute way, the cheetah is as terrifying as it looks. "What do you want?"

As the client peeled back the packaging and beheld the gentle hue and meticulous craftsmanship, her eyes widened with delight. “I love this color! What do you call it?” “Oatmeal,” Isabella replied. “Would you like to try it on?” The client eagerly extracted the gown, revealing an accompanying undershirt. “What’s this?” “This is a specially designed undershirt to complement the oatmeal - colored cashmere coat,” Isabella explained. “If you don’t mind, it’s my token of appreciation. However, as a complimentary item, it may not match the exact quality of the coat, but it still holds a touch of the style that’s become my signature, influenced by the beauty and mystery of the werewolf world.”

He ignored her and kept up the pace. She looked behind her as he flew through the trees. She gasped. The beasts were in sight! They were gaining on them! She had never seen such beasts before. These were special. Perhaps, these were some of her more powerful children. There were five of them, all vastly different in their shaggy coats. She marvelled at their lion-like manes and how seamlessly such heads connected to their flat bodies. Their crocodile-like bodies moved shockingly fast despite their short legs. Their powerful tails swished behind them rhythmically like pendulums. The largest beast was flanked on either side by two beasts. This one was had an ash brown coat. Cory was shocked to