Cheetah Coat の小説・ストーリー

Ahmed chuckles as he sips the tea. “You haven’t meet Sheffa, haven’t you? She probably likes you” He says. “Who’s Sheffa?” I say in confusion. “Ps…pst…chewwt” Ahmed whistles as he points his eyes to the open field. The exotic beautiful female cheetah running slowly to us from outside, she jumps to Ahmed’s lap and sniffing Ahmed’s clothes. “Welcome to my life…” Ahmed says as he pets the cheetah. “Is that safe to had them as a pet in house?” I say.

This made Purity giggle, making everyone, including Johnathan, suddenly relax. Pru rolled his eyes and continued, “Amorous’s is on his foot, and Libidi’s is on his, uh, well, you get the point. Anyway, the paw will change the moment a female meets her destined mate to show her mate's coat color. Our coat colors are like a symbol of our place in the pack. Lasci’s is white, but once he is under the moon's full light, it looks silvery. My wolf is gray. Libidi’s is a deep brown, I guess?” Pru looked to Libidi, who nodded, then smirked, “I look like a milk chocolate bar, smooth and creamy,” he boasted, winking at Purity.

Just lithe, I guess is the best description. You still have your wide yellow-green eyes and these adorable oversized rounded ears—both bigger than mine, like you’re a different species. Your coat is absolutely gorgeous, baby. It’s a velvety mix of brown, black and creamy white, black on your muzzle, gradually shading into brown over your cheeks and forehead and along your back. There’s a black stripe that extends over your head and along the spine of your ears, darkening them at the tips. And a white mark like mine in the thick of your ruff.

Amour shrugged ••CHEETAH'S ROOM•• Cheetah finished applying her lipstick before looking at her reflection on the mirror. A satisfactory smile spread on her lips as she looked at her reflection on the mirror. "It's been long I've put makeup. Almost forgot how s*xy I looked" She smiled before standing, checking out her fit. Unlike the usual black pants and jacket she uses to wear, she was now putting on a blue colored gown that exposed her s*xy legs. "Perfect!" She smiled before turning to the exit.

My heart skipped a beat as I looked into the cheetah's beautiful golden eyes. "Mate!" My wolf said, and my eyes widened as two of my warriors leaped on the cheetah, and attacked him. The loud painful cry from my mate echoed through the night, and I screamed for them to stop as I raced forward. They both immediately backed away, confused. I dropped to the ground as my mate was forced to shift back. His beautiful golden color fur that became lighter on his underside, splashed with beautiful black spots, slowly disappeared. I reached for him and he whimpered as he curled into a ball.

I think it'll be good for the pack to see their Alpha and Luna doing this together, especially if we are wanting to appear in love to them. Asher rips out of his baggy shorts, transforming into the most beautiful wolf I've ever seen. His fur is pitch black with a snow-white streak going from his chest, up over his head and finishing at the tail. I've never seen a coat like it; I'm in awe.

The getas were cumbersome compared to the steel-toe-capped boots which felt like having nothing on the feet. The foreigner from the north, meanwhile, wore pantaloons made of lightweight and glossy caribou fur. The whole garment had been dyed a watery blue, which was the clan color, but there were inserts of white fur at the thighs. These light and dark strips signified the leg muscles and invoked the fleet-footedness of the hardy snow bird, the ptarmigan.

The only thing that wasn’t black on Gannon was a white star on his chest that signified he was something special and powerful, and not to be messed with. Susan’s wolf was black on top with mostly silver on the underside on her tail, legs, belly, neck, and muzzle. The silver under Susan’s chin, muzzle, and neck was interspersed with pieces of dark brown fur. The black stripe down Susan’s nose and covering her ears is only broken up by a few silver hairs inside her ears and then silver from her cheeks and lower lip, running the whole underside.

Too bad it took dying for me to realize that! He’s wearing layers of dark fabric, draped heavily over his body, the black so deep it almost swallows the pale blue glow threading through the cavern. The material looks pretty expensive in a way I can’t explain, but it looks fitting too and it’s embroidered like those noble clothing Elyra and I always fantasized about wearing. A long outer coat falls nearly to the ground behind him, the edges trimmed in silver-white fur dusted faintly with frost that never melts. The shoulders are structured sharply enough to make him seem even broader somehow, though nothing about him needs help appearing intimidating.

Stella stared at Darryl blankly and she had a surprised look on her beautiful face. Darryl chuckled as he looked around and slowly explained, "Although the snow tiger has white fur like any other tigers, it has magnificent looking stripes on its body. It’s difficult to fake these stripes, but some cultivators may use a special elixir to make the stripes. These fake stripes would not be washed off by water or burned by fire, but it can easily be taken off with internal energy." When Darryl was done speaking, he looked at Hans with a faint smile. “How’s that? What do you have to say for yourself now?"