Cheetah Coat の小説・ストーリー

Just behind the sides of my eyes and coming up under them slightly until they moved down towards my neck. The lines spread out in different directions, flowing beautifully over my entire fur coat. The lines were thin, but they were dark green, matching the color of my emerald hues. They stood out in contrast to the white coloring of my fur. Moving my body towards the side so I could see the rest of my form, I saw design moved all the way over me. From my head, up to my ears, down to the center of each leg, and down the length of my tail. If I ever thought I looked like a freak before, now I thought I looked beautiful. I didn’t even care that I would be different from all the others.

"When I told him you didn't even have a coat to your name, he left this behind for you. He knows how brutal the winter is for someone without a wolf's blood-warmth." I approached the table slowly, my fingers brushing against the thick, tightly woven wool. It was a high-grade military-style winter coat, insulated with dense fur along the collar and reinforced with heavy leather straps across the chest. It was built for an enforcer, maybe even a commander, impeccably tailored, heavy enough to shield someone from a blizzard, and completely solid. "He just... gave this to me?" I asked, a bit skeptical. In the Crimsonridge Pack, nothing was ever given for free. Every scrap of food, every tunic, e

“We developed this dye. It’s basically human hair dye with a few other extracts added to ensure it won’t irritate your wolf’s skin, and won’t wash out quickly.” ‘I don’t want to permanently lose my beautiful white coat!’ I can feel Zanthe’s anxiety coursing through her “Wait,” I say, holding up a hand. “Will it be permanent?” “No,” he smiles. “Firstly, it will dissolve after several hours of being submerged in wolf form, and second, it will come out with your seasonal shed. That being said, you will need to reapply this to your winter coat.” I nod at him. “Ready to get started?”

“Didn’t you?” Animals don’t talk, she chided herself, even at that young age, but still Aislyn waited for a sign. She waited for him to do literally anything and would take it. The wolf, however, pulled his attention elsewhere, back into the woods and that’s when she really saw his beautiful coat. It was so different than she could have ever imagined. The wolves around the city were usually gray with silver paws and tips of their ears. With age, even their backs changed from the blackish gray to the same silver that matched their other points. But this wolf was different. He reminded her of the fall, right before snow would settle. His coat was covered in organic shapes, swirling browns and

Weight: 90 to 155 kilograms Color and appearance: A narrow, black skull with the horn-like bony outgrowths on the back of the head. The black color runs from the head over the chest down to the belly, and then gradually merges into the orange-red, long outer skin. Due to its unusual coloring, it is often referred to as the sunset animal. Strong, short body with long stocky legs. Character: Very social in the pack. Characteristics: wooden claws that are supplied with poison by glands. The poison paralyzes the prey

Ever since Alinta turned eighteen and met her wolf, a series of misfortunes had begun to unfold. Angela stared at the moon, her orange and golden coat shimmering under the moonlight as though she were on fire. This unique colouration was not unheard of for a wolf, but it was rare. What made her even more different was her fur; not all of it was hair. Some strange fibres resembled downy barbs, which made her look fluffier. When she ran, it created the illusion of flames flickering around her.

It was a place that Righ had been unable to leave for so long. Living here, Righ’s skin grew tough and lost a lot of the color that made him feel human. Instead, he was pale, and his face was gaunt. When the robe exposed the flesh of his face, it reflected the red glow making his skin look blood red. Ordinary people have an almost invisible layer of hair over their epidermis. But Righ’s mother was a leopard werecat. So, he did not have hair; he had translucent fur, except where he had tell tale spots of a leopard. When the light hit his fur just right, a silvery shimmer was visible atop his skin.

He quickly gave the order for them to retreat. “Fall back,” he informed his teammates, and they disappeared from their positions and appeared next to him. “You should stay in the centre,” the Mongoose advised. He looked at Blistering Cheetah’s wound with a worried expression. The other Cheetah’s were just as worried. On Blistering Cheetah’s back was a long gush. The leather armor that was made from the hide of a Mythic Class, had been destroyed, and was drenched in blood. It was a sizable wound. And it needed to be treated fast.

I saw that Estrebelle took a black fur coat that I felt was from a big bear because of its thickness. "This is it, lady Alessia. He is thick but he has a bit of weight, is this okay with you?" Estrebelle taught me. First, I fixed how my top was stuck to my pants. This is a high waist pants and I look like a retro-style model in this outfit. I approached Estrebelle and looked at it. This coat is indeed heavy, but I'm sure I won't be too cold when I get to Mythion. The thickness is enough for me not to get hypothermia.

Shit. I was tackled to the ground before I could even make a run for it and growled. The wolf before me was big and had a beautiful white coat that was covered in blood due to our fight. The sound of a snarl caught me off guard and before I could retaliate I was being tackled by another big wolf this one with a rich black coat with a white patch in the shape of a heart on its chest. I growled and tried to push him off of me but he was stronger.