Novel & Cerita Rouge The Bat Fanart

I argued this time, voice lower, I walked close to him. “I'm not putting them on the line to try something that has a high probability of failing” “Enough of the talk, human, you started this, if only you stayed in your world” he added. Gesturing me to sit with him, I swallowed hard joining him, he glanced at me before picking up an old book or whatever it is. He flipped pages, his fist clenching on each flip, I saw old drawings of animals, some had full furs and red eyes.

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or something like that. Then there's The Marking. Not like biting or stuff like that. This one is for the entire pack. Special paint made by witches, from moon dust, sun dust, first snow water, dew drops and white roses. Weird, right? Anyway, this one is mostly like drawing tattoos, but with the feather from a white owl.

Sick sick sick Morana, so sick. ‘Oh but we’re not sick. Just look at him.’ My wolf purred along my dirty thought. Running my gaze through the tattoos drew on him, that beautified his manly appearance, my mouth watered at the sight. At his upper trunk around his neck was a crossed feathery tattoo, with the word “Pure” written and carved underneath. Visible from the sides of his shoulder was the bottom of a rose flower that was drawn up his broad shoulder. His arms, the both of them were covered in different tattoos, ones my eyes could caught. There was a splitted dagger among the drawings, a broken heart, a crescent moon, marks I have no idea what it represents.

The noise drew the stranger's attention to me and they turned around. My breath caught in my throat at that instant and I was frozen. Never before had I seen such a sight to behold. The wind blew through the clearing making her kohl-black, curly hair flow gently with the breeze. Her chestnut skin-which was clear apart from a couple drops of blood-seemed incandescent against the dark backdrop of the surrounding trees. Her deceptively frail, svelte figure hidden beneath all the grime and dirt made my mind wander to places it probably shouldn’t have at that moment.

If Ayra was here, she would recognize them as the three rogues who had been going after her relentlessly. Two of them shifted,one of them was obviously the leader of the trio as he appeared larger and much more dominant than the others “what's your problem little Alpha? Who do you think you are to ask us such?” The leader, who was the wolf with brown fur, sneered mockingly at Silas. “Yeah why don't you mind your business, we didn't even enter your territory so why are you so nosy?” the other guy asked, eliciting a laughter from the leader .

As for me, I was taken to the Rogue Pack by Derek. When we arrived, the entire pack was bustling with activity. I saw soldiers decorating everything—some were carrying wooden planks, others arranging flowers, and many were handling flickering stones that shimmered in the light. “What are they doing?” I asked, glancing at Derek, curiosity in my eyes. “They seem so busy.” “They’re preparing for our bonding ceremony,” Derek said with a smirk, his eyes glinting mischievously. I froze. “Why so soon…?” I murmured, lowering my head, too shy to meet his gaze.