Cheetah Coat の小説・ストーリー

“Your coat left something on her. A mark.” Cassian’s eyes moved to where the shimmer still glowed faintly on my collarbone. For a second, something flashed in them, surprise, maybe, but it vanished quickly. “Ah,” he said softly. “My apologies. The fabric of my coat was made from silvercrest threads. They react to strong energy.” “React how?” Axel asked flatly. Cassian shrugged. “They mirror energy and amplify it. But they don’t harm.” “That’s convenient,” Zade said.

They serve as their mate's guard. The female rules, while the male support. That's simply their way. Her mother has a mixture of black and golden fur. It sounds simple, but being royalty, the golden color on her coat glows beautifully, making her the most enchanting cat in their clan, until she was born of course. She's the first of her kind to be born with a white fur. Even though more of her kind will start to exist after then, she's still the first of her kind. And yeah, her snow-white fur glows as well. They even nearly covered her eyes, which would have shield the secret of her eye color, but she was betrayed.

My coat shining in the morning sun. I was a strange wolf really. Only high ranking wolves had dark coats. With Alpha's having the darkest; black. They were also very large wolves. Normally around 5" 8 to the largest I've seen being 6" 0 when in wolf form. While their muscle mass ranges from bulk to terrifying bulk. Beta's normally have a dark grey, but they were highlighted lighter, also very large. Then the Warrior's, a grey pelt, who weren't large in size, but we're always incredibly bulky. Every other wolf gas lighter coloured pelts, with a smaller size.

The tiger moves silently and stealthily out of the thick underbrush, its strong muscles giving it a graceful, controlled gait as it advances. The tiger was huge, a sight to see, and it had a unique coat with stripes of bright orange and black that act as both a conspicuous declaration of presence and concealment. Its strong physique, strong limbs, and keen claws highlight its ability as a fierce hunter, and its piercing eyes shine intensely and focused.

I just sighed and shook my head at my stupid mate. Ignoring my cretinous mate, I went and sat on the throne. The instant rush of magic washed over me, when it faded with a hum of acceptance an additional weight was draped on my shoulder. A deep yellow fur coat(cape) with the same kind of markings as Amberiose but the only difference being the purple six petal flower with little lines dab smack in the centre of it.

After getting high and losing consciousness my Chimera nature awakened, although for me it was easy to change shape, I still needed to get my pure coat. When we are still immature, our coat is not entirely white, it is a cream color pulling a little even pale yellow tone, quite opaque, our eyes remain similar to the human form and even our strength and abilities are not fully consolidated; when we get the maturity in our mutation, our coat becomes a bright white color so pure that it is impossible to dirty it except for the blood that is able to dye it, our features stop looking human and become totally animal, our skills double both in strength and endurance, in short we suffer an improveme

Previously, in order to make her organization organized, she created a customized sleeveless knee-length coat/hoodie. So, to make things simple, she did the same thing here as well. So, four of them were wearing the same sleeveless knee-length coat/hoodie. The color of it was a typical black and the back of it was painted with eagle painting indicating that they were the rulers of their own territory. Underneath the coat was a typical white long shirt paired with black pants and black sneakers. “Sit down,” she gestured at the empty seat right in front of her working table.

But then… I still. My breath catches as the realization dawns. No. I’ve never seen a wolf with my coloring before. Not in the Zervos pack. Not in any pack. Not in any book. Most werewolves have the same coat colors as wild wolves—grays, whites, browns, blacks. But coppery-red? I shake my head slowly. “I… I’ve never thought about it before. I was so excited to have a wolf at all that…”

“What the hell is happening?” I look closer. Their fur… it’s changing. One by one, the dull, matted gray of their coats fades like soot washed from stone—revealing vibrant colors beneath. Rust-red, golden-brown, and ash-white. They’re not rogues. They’re from our packs! All across the valley, the transformation spreads like wildfire. Wolves stumble, blinking as if thrown into a new world. Warriors from our side recognize them. Cries break out—not of war, but of recognition and reunion.

Finally, I pulled a fitted black coat from the rack. Silver embroidery lined the collar and sleeves, subtle but elegant. “This one,” I said. He took it from me. Examined it. Then looked back at me. “Are you sure?” “Yes.” He slipped it on. The moment the coat settled across his shoulders, I felt my lips curve. Perfect. The dark fabric complimented his eyes and the faint Lycan markings along his skin. Xavier caught the look on my face. “What?” I stepped closer, adjusting the collar slightly.