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The two females stood on either side of him, I could tell they weren't wolves, in fact their aura was strange, I would be lying if I said I knew what they were. The one on the left has black long hair in a high ponytail, she wears long white silk robes with gold embroidery and gold jewellery. Her eyes were sharp as she watched me, the other was a little shorter but carried an aura the same as her counter female. She too had on the long white robes and gold all the same. Her red curly hair was up in an updo with some wisps around her face, honestly they both looked like they would fit in a Greek or Roman setting with their toga like dress. The redhead's eyes flashed a slight orange as she loo

“To seek the path of cultivation, one’s heart must be righteous. Where Daoism exists, evil shall not prevail!” A mighty voice resounded, and a purple-gold light flashed. Soon after, a handsome young man in a black robe with long, flowing hair stepped into sight. His steps were steady, leaving a trail of afterimages in the void. His long hair and blue cloak behind him fluttered with the wind. His appearance was majestic and domineering. “It’s James! He already came back. What bad luck.” After identifying the man, Stavros quickly transformed into a beam of light and fled without hesitation.

he replied, gently stroking her tangled hair. "That reminds me, I have something that might cheer you up," Clayton said, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. Camden, fatigued by the emotional rollercoaster, pleaded, "Clayton, no more gifts, please..." However, he surprised her by pulling a hairbrush and detangler spray from the shopping bag he had brought. "Uh... Do you consider shampoo a gift?" he asked with a puzzled look. A wave of relief washed over Camden as she realized the thoughtfulness of his gesture. "You're a Godsend," she sighed with gratitude. Clayton settled himself on the bed behind her, gently working through the tangles in her hair. With careful hands, he applied the det

I just have to make sure that they want to hire me first. When I walk in, nobody takes a second look at me at first. Not until I pull down the hood of my cloak and they see my long brown hair flowing down my back. Nobody but nobility normally grows their hair long as it just gets in the way of the commoner's lives. I have always been a thief so as long as I pull my hair back it has never bothered me much. It is not much but it is the only thing of mine that is truly mine and I do not want to see it go.

Or rather, he knew that it wouldn’t hurt him because of the presence of the old woman. “Ignore him,” the old woman gently comforted the Heavenly Nether Beast and rubbed its mane. Then she reached into her cloak and retrieved a strand of hair. Even the darkness of the night couldn’t obscure the brilliant golden color of the thick hair strand. The Heavenly Nether Lion looked at the hair strand in surprise, as though impressed by it. It took in the scent of the hair greedily when it felt the powerful bloodline the hair contained and then swallowed it whole. “Go,” the old woman ordered, and it roared loudly and flew into the sky. Its figure disappeared in no time.

Clara. She stood frozen at the top of the staircase, her eyes locking with his. Time seemed to stand still as their gazes met. Clara stood at the top of the stairs, bathed in the soft glow of the overhead light. Her long, auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves, framing a face that was delicate yet striking. Her almond-shaped eyes, a deep shade of emerald-green, glimmered with a mix of shock and curiosity. Her skin was flawless, a warm golden tone that seemed to glow under the light. She was breathtaking, a vision of beauty that made his wolf howl in approval.

Those fuckers had ruined loneliness for me. A circular door opened in the base of the hill, like a hobbit hole, and a tall woman flanked by more women in unnecessarily shiny armour came out. The tall woman had platinum blonde hair that was woven into all sorts of braids. The French would have been outraged. Lofty looked me up and down. “This is him? Good work, Guardian.” “Thank you, Primus,” said Telma. There was a strange pitch change to her voice and her cheeks were flushed. Obvious girl crush is obvious.

He then took scissors and cut his own hair. She cut her hair shorter, roughly over her shoulder, then cut the front to form bangs just like Madam Joyle's. After that, she started to put out hair dye products and started dyeing her blonde hair a permanent black color. When Claire is done, Fox and Leon are discussing something. The two of them turned towards Claire when they saw Claire's drastic change in appearance. "Claire?" asked Leon. "Call me Madam Joyle," Claire replied with a smile.

Janice is sitting there shocked, too shocked to talk as she's watching the boys change before her. In unison their eyes shoot open and they launch to their feet. "Did I take a line or something? Cause I'm feeling pretty hyped and confident" We all look at Arlo "Well more than normal, I feel incredible. Waaahhh!! My beautiful hands" Arlo cries, looking at his large claws. "Bro! Your hair" He says to Dante, staring at him shocked. "Bro, your hair" Dante mimics back, pointing at Arlo. Arlo's hands touch the ends of his now long hair and he screeches again.

Catelyn made eye contact with Ollie at that moment, and it was as if they could sense each other beforehand. Javier turned around and noticed a woman with long hair standing next to Cedrick, smiling. Her smile was sweet, revealing two dimples on her cheeks, and her pale skin glowed angelic under the sunlight. Javier was shocked. Was that…Catelyn Clark?