Fur And Feathers Novels & Stories

As soon as it’s done, I hear Tanya huff out a breath. “That was so awesome! Can I … can I touch you?” she asks. Qadira slowly walks over to her, and she slides her hands into our fur. “Wow. You’re beautiful and so soft. Your fur is so thick. I’ll have to look up polar bears, but I’m guessing you have something like an undercoat that keeps you from getting cold.” Qadira chuffs at her. Tanya gets off the bed and stands. Qadira is large enough that they are nearly eye to eye.

Forcing my eyes open, I try to focus on what's happening. A blur of dark fur moves with lightning speed, tearing through the rogues like they're made of paper. This new wolf is massive, easily twice the size of the largest rogue. Its fur is a deep, rich black that seems to absorb the moonlight. Muscles ripple under its coat as it moves, a testament to its power and strength.

A second dragon appeared, also dark, but this one was almost wolf-like and covered in glossy brown fur rather than a sleek scale. “They come furred now?” Rhett was breathless, his heart racing at the instinctual response to being in the presence of such massive predators. They rounded the side of the shed and saw that Aislen and Heath were helping Toby across to the dark-furred dragon that was Jules Edison.

This amusing sight caused Beast and Bones to burst into laughter, remarking, “Oh, it seems like they're attempting to protect her.” Gently, his hands glide through the softness of my fur, sending shivers down my spine, a mix of fear and the tiny electric shocks his touch creates. I instinctively curl my body protectively around the little ones, unable to control the trembling that courses through me while he continues to caress my fur.

The Spirit Master surnamed Tai erupted with violent might as his already muscular body stretched. Grey fur covered his back and his palms turned coarse and wide. His short hair seemed to grow from the sides of his cheeks as he started beating his chest. The Spirit Master surnamed Bai gave a surprising chirp. His physique didn't change much aside from the light blue feathers growing out of his arms sneaking out through his sleeves. He even held a pair of sharp daggers in his hand.

Reluctantly, Ares dropped the chunk of fur into my palm. “What is it, then? If it isn’t black?” Cendres cocked his head at me. I grinned. “It’s sable.” “And?” Cendres was being even slower than usual. Everyone ignored him again. “Are you sure?” asked Ares, snatching the fur back from me. “Hold it up to the light. It’s got brown undertones.” “Can someone please explain what this means,” Cendres groaned. “I don’t get it.”

And I plunged in after him. Immediately the scent of burning sap threatened to overwhelm me. Coughing, I quickly began sprouting fur all around my mouth, forming a kind of makeshift mesh of hair. Extra fur also grew across the rest of my body – anything to help shield me from a burn. I felt grateful that Surry wasn't around to see me like this... or Cillium. Luna, Cillium. I heard the shrieks of birds, the terrified calls of deer as I ran. My heart beat faster.

I storm from the shelves before I get the urge to throw something at him and grab a throw pillow from the couch instead. It’s made from some sort of fur, like real fur; flat, smooth rawhide kind of fur and I grimace as I touch it. It’s awful and I am so anti real fur!

"I feel free. Such annoying shit. And apparently, I had to wash it with fancy bottled soap just for hair. No thanks." "Um… that's how hair and fur works." Stralath fiddled with the clasp. "I wash my fur every day on Mesaphina. Don't I always smell fine?" "Well, I'm a hairless species." She grumbled. "We have scales, and it saves time in the morning Shapeshifting is weird and inconvenient." "I don't wash my fur. Especially on vacation." Drusdor leaned in from the back seat. "Yes. We could tell." Cleona waved her hand over her nose. "At least you're losing that musty aroma."