Novel & Cerita Scruffy Looking Nerf Herder

"How about you, Furo?" He was in his tiger form, jumping on and mauling enemies. "THIS IS SO FUCKING COOL!!! NYXIE IS THE FREAKING BEST!!!" He looked more like a playful kitten than a murderous tiger; his hunter face and full pupils made him look kitten like. 'Switch! Northwest by the palace!' Nia's redirection of attack led to a somewhat sloppy but still efficient defense. Amongst the noises of war, another sound was heard. It was melodic.

My paws froze in the ground. ‘She’s…she’s feral…’ Niru’s sound of distress mirrored my own. ‘Why isn’t she shifted? She shouldn’t be a human if she’s feral.’ Niru only whined, watching with me as she beheaded the closest mercenary to her. She was the ultimate killing machine. Her precision and grace was incredible but the power was something I had never seen. My dad was right. Skylar would have the power to take down Heath if it was one on one. He wouldn’t stand a chance. Not against her like this.

"He's a big man, built like Michael. In his hands, a lot of things could be a weapon. A branch. A tyre iron...." Klempner gives me a long look, then jerks his head towards the car. "Off you go then." Moving quickly, I leave the shelter of the rhododendrons, quickly crossing the ground to the car. Scruffy sits up as he sees me, ears perking, but doesn't bark. "Hi there Scruffy. Shhh... Good Boy." His stubby tail beats a frenzied tattoo as I open the door and scratch his ears, but the only sound he makes is his whining as he licks my face.

A deadly look in them. "Jackson, are you pestering these people. I told you to stop with that or you're not coming back here." An scratchy voice threatens the man and his shoulders slump. "I was only trying to have fun." He says and walks away. I turn around and see a small old lady with pure white hair.

Theria giggled and trotted off to say high to the crew. As they entered the training area a man wearing a stag skull helmet greeted him. He smelled like pine and the forest, and he looked like a huntsman from the middle ages. Slung across his back a Dragonuv sniper rifle and modern compound bow complete with arrows. “So the whelp finally arrives. The name is Herne the Hunter.” “Warren Vandal, a descendant of Troy,” He held out his hand and hoped the sniper would take it. A smile appeared through the thick beard, “The queen didn't tell us who you were. She just said you would be joining the team,” His voice remained friendly and even. “How is the eidolon?”

“Yafi’s a good one, just hot-tempered sometimes. And don’t forget — the guards are the ones hunting the tasty food you love stealing!” Honestly, it was like the creature understood me — he dropped his furry head guiltily, crawled closer and started rubbing against me. Sucking up. Sneaky little shit. And then, like a pack of hyenas screaming or nails on a chalkboard, we hear Nufira’s wail. We’d never heard such a hysterical shriek the entire trip — and that girl loves squealing and screaming over the tiniest thing that scares her… or doesn’t. Honestly, I’m starting to think I’m not the only one she drives insane.

His thin body made him look like he was carrying a baseball bat. As if he doesn’t know they’re letting the nerd’s play just to make fun of them. Because if he plays, the piñata will be broken in less than ten seconds. He hissed. The nerd hit his knee instead of the piñata above him. “Gosh, it seems like you didn’t want to hit the piñata when we were kids. You’re still very good at hitting. Oh right your pounding something else now.” He glared at him.

Earnest’s arm was slung comfortably around my shoulders, pulling me close against his side, his presence a warm, solid anchor. “Look,” he whispered, his voice a low murmur that vibrated against my ear. He pointed a finger towards the sky, where a particularly bright cluster of stars had begun to emerge. “That’s the constellation Orion. My grandfather used to tell me stories about it. He said it was a hunter, always chasing something.” I leaned my head against his shoulder, gazing up at the celestial display. “And what do you think he’s chasing?” I asked, a soft smile playing on my lips.

He caught it mid-air, his green eyes half-lidded in contentment. Nero chewed slowly, then stretched, paws flexing as if to say, That’s Mine, And I’ll Take More When I Please. I chuckled softly, scratching behind his ears. He purred, low and rumbling, but didn’t lean in too eagerly. Boundaries, even in affection. Smart creature. My mind drifted back to Thea. What would she wear today? That fitted blouse she favored, the one that hugged her curves just so? Or something more comfy? Either way, it didn’t matter. I imagined peeling it all away a hundred times.

His shirt was untucked, one shoe was off, and he was snoring with an ugly intensity that was a piercing sound for our ears. “He looks like a monkey,” she commented, holding her chin. “More like a donkey.” I nodded in agreement. “Hey, come on, he isn't ... that bad.” Rose frowned. “Oh hush, Rose. Look at him, from where he isn’t ‘that bad’? Look at the scar under his eye, the robotic features.” I scoffed, calling out to him. “Ay, Antler.” "Antler!" Kristine yelled, much louder than me, losing her composure.