Rogue Vs Rouge 소설 & 이야기

They had been training together for years, and they were now confident that they could defeat any werewolf who stood in their way. The rouges were a different breed of werewolf. They were more savage and bloodthirsty than their northern counterparts. They had been corrupted by dark magic, and they were no longer bound by the laws of the werewolf pack. They were willing to do whatever it took to achieve their goals, even if it meant killing their kind.

The bigger of the two Rogues spoke, licking his lips watching me slowly back up. "I would watch how you speak to our future Queen." Nate said through gritted teeth. He wanted to rip the man’s throat out for even implying he would touch me. "Now, now, little alpha boy, the three of you are no match for us, but if you like to give it a go then come on then." The man taunted, waving them to come fight him. His partner chuckled next to him. They were consider Rogues by the kingdom standards, but not by the goddess. A true Rogue was a lone wolf with no pack that lost his humanity. I could tell these wolves belonged to no pack, but they weren't feral.

Rich black dudes are usually badass I chuckled Me: not all Rogue: so why were they at your tail? Me: I really don't know I shoved my hands into my pockets and looked down Rogue : in the next ten minutes, I think they'd be ketchup and tomatoes, so we'll go ask them some questions Me: what's ketchup and tomatoes got to do with 'em? He smiled Rogue : have I ever told you I really like your accent? Me: you haven't. But you just let me in on it

“Why don’t you stay with me, eh? I can get you into the pack, at least temporarily, until you get back on your feet. They don’t like rogues, but I can speak with the alpha.” “What’s a rogue?” I asked. “It’s a werewolf without a pack. They smell differently, almost unpleasant. I think they smell that way to warn packed werewolves away from them. Most rogues live in their wolf forms and become more and more feral and savage the longer they stay in that form, so they can be dangerous and unpredictable if you come across them.” “Do I smell like that?” I asked, sitting up and studying him. “Yes, but I’ve gotten used to your smell now. I almost don’t even notice it anymore.”

Part of him wanted to turn into a wolf, but he refused. Suddenly, from behind the Rogues, another Rogue appeared. He was different from all the Rogues who had attacked him. His body was more robust and larger. His fur was silver, a very rare color. He didn't look like a Rogue at all. His eyes were also different. Rogue had black-brown eyes, while the new Rogue had orange eyes. This was the first time Lyall had seen those eyes. But the wolf was definitely Rogue, as its scent was strong.

I replied and flipped my hair. We were all done with our meal and sharing stories by the camp fire when one of the warriors, I think his name was Camie, asked " Luna. What did it feel like to be a rogue?" another warrior nudged him hard " Insensitive much?"" Oh no it's fine. It's fine" I said quickly. They kept quiet, " Well for starters, Rogues live their lives on the run most of the time. But that's more common for those who weren't part of a rogue pack, like me, although I did have one--" "--but she was banished" Felix cut in.

Arthur had felt their presence like an instinct he couldn’t explain. “I… I tried to stop them.” But it had been too late. They would never abandon their comrades to their deaths. All Arthur could do was go after them and try to kill as many rogues as he could. Didn’t know how many rogues there were, but he knew that the patrol members would be in trouble. They fought fiercely, ripping and tearing through the rogues in practiced patterns. A rogue was only at an advantage against one werewolf because rogues were fierce and irrational beasts. Against teams of three, a rogue lost the advantage of being unpredictable as the three werewolves could cooperate.

Gross, this guy just does not give up. Spinning on my toes, I turn and look the rogue in the eyes. Anger is coursing through me at this point, and I am sure that my eyes are glowing silver. "I told you to get lost," I growl at him. He takes a step back from my growl and he stares at me. "Well, well, well. You don’t smell like a wolf," he says sniffing my hair.

It might not be necessary to shift, and it will be much easier to fight if I’m not wearing a dress. As soon as I’m dressed, I step outside and immediately hear a snarl. I turn to the left and there is a brown rogue wolf stalking towards me. You can always identify the rogues because they look mangey and deranged, like a dog who’s been abused and beaten. His fur is filthy, with a few patches missing, and he smells like vulture vomit. The combination of death and decay mixed with the burning, acidic scent of vomit is the worst possible combination.

The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural. Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts. It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments. The phantom's nature was specially chaos, that was knowledge known to all men and child. And its footprints were the massive destruction which could neve