Cheetah Coat 소설 & 이야기

"She looks like a moon goddess walking the ridges!" "Manni does not even have the height to carry a pelt like that," a she-wolf mocks from the meat-pits. "She looks like a stray trying to mimic a high alpha-female." I walk straight to Connor’s side, the silver diamonds on my hem dragging through the dust like fallen stars. "Does this suit the valley, Alpha?" "That pelt cost more than ten winter hunts combined," a producer wolf mutters in awe, staring at the royal silver weave. "It belongs to the ancient bloodlines of the north. If she runs the outer ridges in that coat, every outlander will drop their tail in respect."

I move into the living room and head straight for the weapon couch. He’s already ready as I clip two daggers to my thighs and strap a gun to my holster. I pull on my black coat that falls below my knees and fastens with a silver clasp at the center. It hides all my weapons. And according to Dove, it makes me look hot. The coat is also fireproof and bulletproof thanks to demonic enchantments. “That coat suits you,” Caleb comments, running a hand through his wet hair. He grabs a sword and slides it into the sheath on his back.

“So you’re telling me that being a tiger lily isn’t actually a mark of shame?” “It’s a mark of being special,” I noted. “It means that any wolf with a multicolored coat has the blood of my ancestral pack in them. But Russo said that makes sense from a genetic standpoint. If two solid-colored mates have pups, then naturally, their pups should come out some version of a solid color that someone in their history has had or some blend of the parents. Like the daughter of a white and black wolf being gray or the son of a brown and gray wolf being tan.” “Right,” Russo agreed. “But it takes having the multicolored gene in order to produce an offspring with multicolored fur. Meaning that every one o

Quest’s coat was a lightly tanned colour, his cocky arrogance radiated from him as he pawed at the tattered soil as the thought of the hunt excited him. There can only be one winner, I reminded Cian as I held his golden gaze. “Let the hunt begin!” Coen bellowed as he turned to face the wolves. A surge of excitement coursed through my veins as I watched the massive wolves turn on their heels and take off into the thicket of trees. I didn’t have a moment to process the events that occurred next as the mass of people swarmed from around me with their voices rising in volume, I attempted to drown them out as I walked towards their Alpha, the one man who could move both heaven and earth within th

It was the same as the coat with a blue and white coat is having“ Holding her chin up as she use her hands to support it, she seems to be thinking about the thing that Kiel said ”Can you tell me more about how that coat looks like?“ “I have two buttons with a shade of gold on the sleeves. It was small enough to even be noticed. But there is a red neck tie with a letter of P on it” As soon as she heard what Kiel had said, she seems to know something. “What was your name again? Kael Zion…”

As he applied a fresh dressing, he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude that the injury was not more severe. Once satisfied with the bandage, Ashier turned his attention to his attire for the day. He selected a regal ensemble befitting his status as the pack's leader. The clothes were made of rich, deep blue fabric with intricate golden embroidery along the edges. The royal crest adorned the buttons of his coat, symbolizing his authority and lineage. His trousers were tailored to perfection, allowing for both comfort and elegance. Completing the look was a silver wolf pendant, a symbol of his pack's strength and unity, hanging from a chain around his neck.

Because the pink hue of her glossy coat is what matters right now. “This isn’t ‘normal’ is it?” she tries to turn to see more, and I have to hold in my laugh as she gets distracted by her tail. The whole situation has a nervous laugh stuck somewhere between my sternum and my mouth. She is right, her colouring isn’t normal. Neither is her size, she is probably the same size as Christian and I, if not slightly bigger. The iridescent sheen of her coat gives it the appearance of molten metal when she moves. There is no doubt in my mind that Justice knows far more than she is letting on.

Domino’s POV - The Chase I was finally out, and I started running after her. Not that dark, but the way the cloak of darkness clings to her fur while the moonless night shines on her is breathtaking. Her coat was a canvas of ebony, the darkest black and the silver streaks like stardust in a celestial grace.

We head for the tree line and shift then take off. My beast is Max, he is mostly black other than the tips of his ears and tail are a light shade of gray. Chester, Chris' beast is a blonde with white socks on all four paws. Nate's beast Merlin, is a light gray and all four paws and the tip of his tair are white. We run and play tackle eatch other for a while. After a few hours, we get back to the pack house just in time for breakfast.

He told me earlier that he wants to enter the arena looking like a king, like an alpha already. "Let me help you with this," I say, reaching for the first layer of his outfit. The ceremonial regalia is impressive. Bright leather pants that fit him perfectly- he picked the colour himself just to draw attention to himself. The leader pant is a sharp blue that fits his skin tone perfectly. Then I help him to wear his shirt, a blue shirt with a shiny threading that catches the light. Over it all, a long black coat with silver wolf emblems embroidered along the edges. It is the kind of outfit that makes a he- wolf look like he was born to rule. He looks so royal