Why Does Kovu Look Like Scar Novels & Stories

I’m like a walking Drake advertisement. I licked my lips, I was about eye level with his pecks. His abs. Whatever. This wall, mountain of a man. He was so wide and thick I doubted I could get my arms around him. He had a massive thick scar that started in his cheek and ran straight down to the base of his penis. That had to hurt like hell. It seemed as though he’d been ripped right open. How did he even survive it? Otherwise the only tattoo he had was the one marking him as a member of Black Cove. The one everyone had. The one I would get after I have my shift and formally join the pack. If I’m still here.

He just hummed in response. I looked around and could feel Koa “snapping pictures” for lack of better term at the moment. There had to be at least 100 people up here. We were walking up to one of the warriors who had scars all over his body. For a wolf to have scars, they had to of been wounded horribly to the brink of death, that their wolf couldn’t heal them fast enough. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what this warrior had been through to be a lycan and have all those scars.

I never liked people getting too close to me. It might have been my survival instincts and trust issues, but I'm used to people being cruel. With both my parents gone, years of surviving as a lone wolf taught me to expect only the worst in humans. Kindness isn't something I see every day. Scar watches me as I wrap up the cuts around my hand with a white cloth. As his name says, he has quite a glaring scar that runs from his left eye to the side of his jaw. His bare chest shows numerous tattoos and battle marks. A leather belt hangs on his waist, securing a pair of cargo pants.

the older female says and I smile a little before Modok wraps his arm around my waist. "Mother, Father, Eida, this is Xiu," Modok says and I smile at the women before looking at the big male. When I do my eyes widen. The male's face is badly scarred. I haven't seen an injury on anyone the entire time I have been on Kea. Their medical treatments are so good I didn't think people could be scarred like he is. He looks scary with his white eye and a wide healed-over gash that runs from his hairline to his cheek.

Scar glanced lightly at the couple who also looked at him. "Hahaha! I suddenly feel happy and I will leave it to you" After speaking he exited the place in a good mood leaving only Scar in the room. Scar stood at a spot and looked at the couple, he raised his eyes and looked around to he sure that there is nothing like CCTV camera. After he confirmed, he picked up the Whip that lay on the floor and walked closer to the couple. "You!" The woman looked at her as tears fell from her eyes. "He looks a lot like me, could it be him?" The man hugged his wife and looked at Scar intently.

After we arrived at Moli's dusty condo, I ordered her to go and buy some grocery for us because I'm starving. Now, I just finished cleaning her d*mn hell dusty condo unit. I was about to sit on the single couch when I saw a protruding paper. I wrinkled my forehead and took it and I was just so shocked to see what it was! It’s not a paper, it's a picture! A picture of two people. They look like boyfriend and girlfriend because the man is holding the woman's waist while the woman is turning her back so I can't see her face while the man the looking down. I can't see who it is because the photography is also blurred, it looks like it was just stolen!

The crowd gasped, a unified sound of terror and awe. The man slowly lifted his head. It was Kairi. But it wasn't the Kairi I had lost. This was a Kairi forged in the crucible of the shattered multiverse. His face was harder, his eyes held a storm of cosmic weariness, and a jagged, luminous scar cut across his cheek, pulsing with the same dead light as the tear in the sky. But his eyes… when they found mine, the storm in them stilled. In their depths was the same fierce, unwavering love that had defied death itself.

They looked dangerous in a different way. My eyes landed on one of them, he stood slightly ahead of the others. He was tall, broad around the shoulders with long dark dreads that had cowries woven into them. He had a scar that ran from his left temple to the corner of his jaw, it was not disfiguring it just made it known that he had been through tough wars. He was smiling, and this was not the type of smile I was used to. This one lingered like he was amused and had already picked something or someone of interest.

I went to his posts and showed them one. "Does this man look familiar to you?I said as I showed a a the picture.They looked at each other, confused the sky said "He looks like Scar though." I looked at Scar as if to confirm,I was confirming nothing,I have been seeing it I knew they lookede alike. I looked at sky,it seems she was thinking.She then opened her mouth in shock. She took the phone from my hand and looked at the photo again,then she signed, looked at me then said"Do you want to say what am thinking?"

One thing I like about him is that he's always on alert, primarily for calls. We mostly converse through calls. He's my leading man for a reason. Scar was Nora's ex-lover. He loved Nora, Vincent's ex-wife, unquestioningly, so that he could lay down his life for her. But as fate would have it, Nora was mated to Vincent, and she accepted the bond, leaving Scar hurt. Scar, formally known as Scott, was ready to go to any length to harm Vincent, so I used the advantage of his rage towards this Pack to get him to work for me. "How's the search going?" I ask without delay.