Novel & Cerita Fur And Feathers

My wolf moves around inside me itching to get out. They begin to run like they’re running for their lives. I chuckle. Roxy turns and smiles. “Eager as beavers, right?” I nod as I go to the front of the property where there are spare coats hanging and grab her an orange puffa with a faux fur trimmed hood.

I was massive—nearly the size of a carriage—with fur the color of winter moonlight and polished silver. But it wasn't just fur. Shadows danced around my paws like living silk, and within the depths of my coat, tiny points of light flickered like a map of the stars.

The first thing to change was my hair to fur. It held a similar hazel-brown tone as it did when I was human, and slowly the rest of my form grew just as furry. My jaw extended out and turned into a long muzzle while my hands and feet changed into broad paws. My tail was the last to grow out. Most of my fur was the same brown as my hair had been, all except for my underbelly, the fur under my tail and a little around my jaw. That was a more greyish hue.

The way he jumped, the way he pounced toward them, and the way he slashed and bit the rogues were kinda elegant. And each time he moved, his fur glistened. The light caught the shiny blue color of his fur. It seemed silly, but his fur was shiny and silky, like those models' hair in shampoo commercials. I had a sudden urge to run my hands along his fur, wanting to feel the softness and smooth texture. I could do nothing except stared at him in amazement as he bit, slashed, and even tore the limbs of all the rogues, defeating them in no time.

“And my skin? Why is it so itchy?” “Well, that is because of a much longer process. When you shift, you obviously have fur. The cells in your skin are developing to accommodate that fur, and once that is done, then the fur will start growing. It’s not very pleasant, since you’ll be suffering from the itch the whole time. But it’s important for you not to scratch. If you do, your wolf might be patchy.”

She roars again, spitting fire into the sky. Her eyes are glowing red. She turns her colossal head towards me and makes a purring sound as she stands tall on her four paws. Black scales cover her skin and feathers line her wings. She moves to her belly and I reach a shaking hand towards her snout when she huffs smoke, her eyes closing slowly as I rub my hand on her. I walk slowly around her body and see her strong black tail with red, orange feathers at the end. I walk around her and back in front of her.

Then, he stepped closer and threw the heavy pelt directly over my bare, shivering shoulders. The weight of the fur was incredible. It was thick, dry, and completely warm. It smelled strongly of Kaelen—that heavy, wild pine and dark earth scent. The moment the fur covered my freezing skin, my violent shivering actually got worse. My body was finally trying to warm up, sending painful, sharp tingles down my numb arms and legs. I gripped the edges of the fur tightly with my frozen, blue fingers. I pulled it up all the way to my chin.

The birds had a harder time, though Aaron did tend to dress himself in a fox hide skirt adorned in his own tail feathers on the top edge. The women weren't as set in their ways about their clothing, enjoying a variety of hide and fur styles, but even now, Iris was wearing a halter top that attached around her neck with a fox tail collar, the rest of it most likely fox leather with the fur skived off of it. Her long red hair was braided on top of her head with two peacock tail feathers hanging down, her brow furrowed at the idea of her daughter staying a wild animal forever. "She's more than wild, she understands me just as well as the boys," Iris said firmly. "You know the kits pick up langu

Kihara didn't know when she chuckled "What's funny?" Carly asked in irritation. "And you, Blade or Blaze whatever your name is, I do not want to ever hear that you touched my mate again," she mimicked the alpha's muscular voice and burst out in laughter. It was so funny to see the Alpha jealous, protective, possessive, and angry altogether. They couldn't detect whether he was angry at Carly or it was Blaze he was angry at He was as confused as they all were in the room of his behavior

I shook my fur out, feeling the freedom and exhilaration that came with being in my true form. Beside me, Lance went through the same transformation. His fur was a sleek, shiny black, reflecting the moon's light like a million tiny diamonds. His eyes were a piercing blue that seemed to glow with an otherworldly intensity. His muscles rippled and bulged, revealing a power that was both awe-inspiring and intimidating.