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Thinking up to here, all three girls responded by shaking their heads. Kirou had somewhat expected this but seeing that neither of the three had managed to accomplish this, especially Reya whom he had traded materials with the first time, it seems that he should research that later on when he had time. That being said, Kirou displayed for them the stats of his fur coat and spoke, "This is an item I received from an NPC that I had a friendly affinity with, moments before it was raised to intimate. You tell me if it is a good item or not." Equipment: Camouflage Fur Coat

Chapter 32: Finrir The Bard pt 1 Tritan carefully guided Finrir towards the cage, allowing Joe and Bryan to observe the unique appearance of Finrir's two tone tail. Finrir's front was adorned in a pristine white shade, beautifully contrasting with the fan-like pattern of black along the back of his tail, reminiscent of the majestic orcas that roamed the ocean. Even his dorsal fin bore a stri resemblance to that of an orca, exuding power and grace.

When he got close, he suddenly leaned his face toward mine, which startled me. “So? Am I still ugly?” he asked with a grin. Even though I wanted to scream for help, I held it back because I didn’t want him to think I was desperate for someone with such a bad attitude. I shoved him hard and smirked. “You look like Damulag from Doraemon—that’s your face,” I said. “F*ck!” he cursed angrily and went back to his seat. His companions laughed, while he sat down annoyed next to another guy I didn’t know.

"Let's just say I've made my share of enemies over the years. But I'm not afraid of them. I'll do whatever it takes to protect myself and my business." As they spoke, Miriam couldn't help but notice the prince's confidence. He seemed almost...smug. Like he knew something they didn't. "Prince Salim, can I ask you something?" Miriam said, her tone probing. "Of course," the prince replied. "Do you know anything about the graffiti left at the crime scenes?" Miriam asked. "The one that says 'I AM FURY'?" The prince's expression didn't change, but Miriam detected a flicker of something in his eyes. Interest? Recognition?

Even without being told, Ravi knew that no Wolf had purple fur. The common ones were brown, grey, true Luna's had pure white, there was a light black colour and such. But never any of the shouting colours. He healed himself and after he made sure that he had no wounds, he rose and changed back to his human form. At the ground where he was lying, there was a mixture of burnt fur, burnt clothes and burnt skin. It smelled disgusting. He looked at his skin and he smiled. His skin looked like a new baby's. So smooth and shiny.

He paid with some pieces of copper he had saved from long ago when he was still working in the mines. When Aki at last finished, she was carrying many bags of meat, fresh vegetables and fruits, eggs and cheese. She even had one lovely yukata robe fused with long, swinging sleeves called furisode, a cluster of pinkish-purple Arctic parraya, and a shamisen, which was a three-stringed musical instrument. Apparently, every shop owner plied her with their goods without asking for payment.

I didn’t have plans, I wasn’t very social, especially with the pack ladies who always look down on me because I was an Omega. My phone buzzes in my pocket. Ah it’s Gloria. She’s my best friend. A gorgeous omega with short stature and even shorter temper. She has dark skin and thick rimmed glasses that go well with her round face. Her wolf has the heavenly crimson color that match with my brownish one anytime we go hunting or running in the woods.