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She brought out the hair brush and her hair products that took up all the space on the dressing table. She brushed her hair ,and contemplated about dyeing her hair some pretty bright color. Like orange or fiery pink. "Hana and Emily could probably help" She just hoped that it wouldn't be a disaster. There once a time when they tried getting the famous ' wolf cut ' that was going viral online and yes, it was a total catastrophe. They had to cut their waist long hair to a short Bob. She smiled at the memories. When they were still silly little ladies trying out different things. Things that looked hilarious now ,when one was thinking back to the days.

The man mountain is wearing black joggers that hang low enough to make my internal monologue slide to horny new places. His hair will be my downfall. Full undercut, long mohawk braided in a thick rope that hangs to the back of his thighs. It resembles a spine he tore out as a trophy. Tattooed runes crawl up the sides of his skull, curling behind his ears. I want to taste them. Down Frankie. It’s boiling in here now. I pull the scrunchie from my wrist and stretch up to tie my thick, annoyingly unruly curls back off my neck. The baby hair underneath is stuck to my neck sweat.

Santa Ana or not, at least he would start this day off cool. He toweled off quickly, leaving his newly shortened hair damp. The ponytail was gone, sheared off a few days ago by a young Asian girl at a franchise salon two blocks from his apartment. He combed his short, thick locks straight back, then lathered his face and shaved. Very respectable looking, he thought after rinsing his face and checking himself in the mirror. Not at all frightening—just an everyday kind of guy. He padded back into the bedroom and completed the look by donning a pair of gray walking shorts and a loose-fitting blue and orange Hawaiian print shirt just wild enough to make any tourist proud.

His haircut suits him well; both sides are shaved, leaving the center a little bit longer and spiky. "Angel," his voice is soft in my ears. "Mad?"

I then glanced at my wristwatch. "6:45" I read, it's too early. Fasting it forward, we ate breakfast, brushed our teeth, took a bath, and wore our very own uniform. I just finished combing my hair in front of the mirror when the three idiots showed up. "Don't say you're going to work with that plain hair?" Rald, counselling me as he pointed my hair, who cares? I frowned at him, giving him a small glare. I noticed his black hair was waxed up towards the sky, he looks like a teenager from the 19s, Char.

Just as we get to the sparring area I hear the most obnoxious sound hit my ears. “I see I’m just in time for the best part,” says Ryker. Damn, and my morning was going so well. I’d say he was good looking, but I’m so repulsed by his personality that I find him physically unattractive. He’s 6’1”, black hair that’s ear length in the middle but he keeps it slicked back with the sides of his head are shaved. He has dark brown eyes, pale skin and is moderately toned. He has a few tattoos on his left arm but even his tattoos seem obnoxious.

Does one wear make up on a hike? I chopped my hair into a bob before the wedding, it’s just above my shoulders now. I’ve never had this short before. I tie my hair into a ponytail. The hair at the back fall out. It’s too short at the back now, so I pull out a couple of pieces, so it looks messy on purpose not because it’s too short. Grabbing a hoodie in case it gets a little cold later and I’m ready. Ryan’s on the sofa watching tv. Walk up to him. “I’m ready…” I tell him.

They all looked perfect, smart, and confident. Nobody had paid any attention to River. She was the only one who did not seem to fit well there. Though her clothes were not shabby, however, they were not as classy as theirs. Maybe they didn’t find her attractive enough or maybe the reason was, she was dressed as a guy. She had chopped her long Raven hair off and now the soft waves reached her shoulders. Her friend Keanu had told her that nowadays boys were keeping long hair.

I said. “Any friend of Garren’s is a friend of ours,” Mildred said. Her black hair was pulled back into tight braids. Her skin was dark and free from any scars Her left ear pierced like Garren’s. Her grey eyes swirled with flakes of gold. “We look forward to tracking down Ryuu for you. So incredible that you got to meet her.” Hunter said. He was just as tall as Garren, but he wasn’t as built. His hair was completely shaved, and a tattoo of a dragon skull went up the side of his head. Scars painted his honey skin like tattoos. I noticed his left ear was also pierced. It must be some kind of form of honour once you are accepted as a warrior.

I couldn't wait to learn more. The thick sound of a throat clearing broke the silence and the ranks of the Gaius pack parted, a wolf much taller than the others stepping forward. His hair was cut short, with more length on top of his head. It was a brilliant blonde, shining in the sunlight between the trees. It was lighter on top, darker at the roots. It was so brilliant it almost looked alive. He had the smallest amount of stubble on his sharp jaw, like he hadn't shaved during his journey. His shoulders were strong, I could tell as much from the way they filled out his dark grey shirt.