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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.

Its only boost was the desperation after seeing prospective food. But the food named Shinro did not want to be eaten. Snapping the weakened feral’s neck, Shinro ended the battle. Towering over his prize, he stood proud and predatory amid the darkness. The snapping of twigs made Shinro’s ears twitch. Looking at the direction where the disturbance came from, he growled – ready to pounce at any given moment. A familiar caramel-colored wolf littered with scars walked out from the bushes. On cue, Shinro’s growl vanished. His ears perked up and a subtle hint of familiarity wafted around the two wolves.

After shaking my head, I patiently waited for her to get finished until the door creaked wide open so I shifted my gaze from our room. My eyes widened after seeing her hair. She has long, wavy, black hair. It appears to be crimped into broad, straight ridges and is worn severely side-swept to her left. It is just below her waist and turns a flame-orange color as it passes her elbows. I didn’t know that character suits her so much to the point that she looks exactly like her, the way I imagined Nezuko would be in real life. “How do I look, master? Do I pass the test of looking exactly like Nezuko?” She curiously asked while twirling.

Each blade bears a sign of a roaring tiger. “Whoever you are, come out,” Rio said his voice was firm yet still. Even so, a drop of sweat seemed to be dripping down his forehead. The scrub rustled again. There was a sound of broken branches and a few seconds later the bushes opened, revealing a large man in a black robe and a blue mask. Other figures with almost the same appearance began to appear one by one from behind the bush or trees; some jumped down from the tree itself. There were about a dozen of them. Each carried a weapon similar to creese and small blade, kunjang. Rio knows what a weapon is.

she whined, tugging on his arm. Darius? His icy blue eyes drifted to the barbie, and there was a sharpness to them. Annoyance? His gaze returned to me and briefly to the worn tan backpack I’d used sewn on patches to hide holes. His lips turn up ever so slightly. “Uchiha,” was all his deep voice said before he stepped around me and his barbie girlfriend had to struggle to keep up in her sky-high heels. Uchiha? I was confused until I looked at my bag and remembered that I had recently patched it with the Uchiha crest from the Naruto manga and anime. Does he know it?

Ryu could tell that I wasn’t lying as he had smelt and heard my words and could see that I wasn’t lying. Jimmy didn’t act scared; rather, he acted all nonchalant. He didn’t move a single finger; neither did he fight back or attack Ryu with words. “You reek of Moon Hound blood.” Ryu broke the silence. I staggered back, my eyes narrowed as his claws emerged from his fingers. Unlike the rest, his claws were sharper, stronger, and sword-like. According to the maids during one of their gossip evenings, Ryu had cut down 2 dozen trees with just a wave of his hands. If the rumors were true, then he’d easily cut through Jimmy’s skull. I have to save ….

“And there’s plenty more where that came from.” “Sir, you’re blocking the Naruto fans,” she said flatly. “Please move, or I’ll have to call Shogun Steve.” “Who is Shogun Steve?” A man who looked like a retired linebacker wearing a kimono stepped out from behind a curtain. He was holding a very large sword. It was made of silver-painted wood, but still looked like it could inflict a painful blow. I retreated. Fast. I sat in the safety of my car, fuming. I wasn’t used to failure, either. And Claire was counting on me! Her opinion of me wasn’t very high, and I didn’t want her to see me as completely useless.

He was, well, a breath of cum air. The man who stood before me was an imposing figure, easily towering over most others in the room. His height was truly striking, likely measuring somewhere in the range of 6 feet and 10 inches. His appearance was equally captivating, with a mane of sunflower blonde hair that he had meticulously braided into intricate cornrows. Rather than neatly tucking the ends of the braids, he had allowed the remaining loose strands to cascade freely, creating a wild, curly halo around his head.

"Do not let him live!!" Jerick yelled, and when his comrades were about to chase the rogue, they heard a high-pitched, piercing whistle. A man from the bushes appeared. He was tall muscular guy with brown fur on his shoulder serving as his cape. In his side was a bearded guy with auburn hair, and another well-built man with a straight scar on his face. Other huge muscular guys appeared behind them.

I get changed into more comfortable clothes - black sweats and a black t shirt and send a text through to Nadia. Meeting is done now, songbird. Ready when you are. It's not long before my phone rings, signalling a video call coming in. I accept and her beautiful face pops up on my screen. "Well, hello there beautiful." I say and I see her blush and smile. "Hi." She says back and adjusts her position on her bed. I see her leaning back against her headboard and notice her hair braided back and my cock stiffens. Mates got her warrior hair done... Kiba states. I like it on her. Braids are used for warrior styles because it keeps the hair away and flat to the head enemies can't grab it. It showca