Cheslav Noriklov (Nov 24, 2010 9:25:53 PM)
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Loco Lobo (Nov 24, 2010 9:28:58 PM)
*It was well past Sunset but the moon was rising just now. Bloated and melon colored in the autumn, it's face slightly hidden by the shadow of itself. The Dividing Line. Loco was sitting in her homid form, a salmon orange sundress hugging her curvacious features like a loving but long far embrace. She had her shoulder up against a thick willow trunk, the branches spreading out over her like a canopic cathedral.*
Cheslav Noriklov (Nov 24, 2010 9:35:15 PM)
*the large black wolf, continued to make his rounds about the woods, slowly homing in on the scent that was lingering in the air. Skimming towards the edge of the treelines, paws digging into the soil. Tongue hanging from his mouth as he stared at the figure down the way, curiosity drawing him towards the orange clothed form*
Loco Lobo (Nov 24, 2010 9:36:01 PM)
(is he moving silently?)
Cheslav Noriklov (Nov 24, 2010 9:36:10 PM)
(nope!)
Loco Lobo (Nov 24, 2010 9:37:53 PM)
*Loco gathered her legs up on the natural cradle of the oak. She turned her eyes to the noise, spotting without difficulty the wolf who stood there. Stout and strong with a full tail and pointed, accusing ears. She flared her nose a bit, immediately turning and standing on the thick and rough branch. It was so low and heavy with folliage in the moderate clime, that it bowed all the way to the ground like the heavy coils of an anaconda.*
Cheslav Noriklov (Nov 24, 2010 9:42:47 PM)
*eyes continued to stare at the orange clothed form, a long growl slipping from him as he continued to creep closer. Then a sharp bark slipped from him as her scent, much thicker now that he was closer to her. Paws finding firm purchase against the soil. As he settled down, eyes narrowing on her form*
Loco Lobo (Nov 24, 2010 9:45:43 PM)
S'doing here? *She tilted her head at him, nearby a fresh stream was bubbling and gurgling down into the swamp.*
Cheslav Noriklov (Nov 24, 2010 9:46:29 PM)
-ws- My territories... all this one sees.. *shifted a bit, before pacing back and forth. Peering at her again*
Loco Lobo (Nov 24, 2010 9:52:06 PM)
*She shook her head at him, although her scent was strong in these places, it wasn't the most powerful thing roaming them.* s'not mine t'surrender. *She stepped off the branch, walking fearlessly toward him. Did she mean to fight him anyway? The moon glinted in her wolfish eyes, those orbs of sea and witch hazel glowing like rapids in a river.*
Cheslav Noriklov (Nov 24, 2010 9:54:50 PM)
-ws- This one takes everything it wants.. *baring his fangs as he stared at her* soon, this one will have everything it needs....
Loco Lobo (Nov 24, 2010 9:56:59 PM)
*The human skin offered her higher thought, she'd been using it previously to view and think on the Moon. Among other things. Cheslav could smell something on her, a musky, watery scent that seemed to want to slip around his nose.* N'what has Loco Lobo to take? S'here, s'all there is. *She motioned to herself, a mime she'd been practicing for days just to get right.*
Cheslav Noriklov (Nov 24, 2010 9:59:08 PM)
*broad shoulders turned to square themselves towards her as he continued to stare at her orange dress* -ws- All things that belong to Lobo are mine...clothes are mine...territory is mine... its all mine...
Loco Lobo (Nov 24, 2010 10:01:31 PM)
*Reflexively she put her hands over her form, crossing them demurely. It wasn't for modesty, it was for something... else. She bared her teeth ferally at him, looking smaller as she knelt a bit, giving him her shoulder.*
Cheslav Noriklov (Nov 24, 2010 10:04:39 PM)
-ws- One gives in to easily... *lips curled briefly* Hold forms of man and wolf... yet... does not fight for what is theres... you are weak.. *fangs moving to clamp ahold of cloth, and flesh*
Loco Lobo (Nov 24, 2010 10:08:45 PM)
(Her pool to dodge is only 3) *Loco tried to move aside but the last part to shy away was her shin. Easy pickings for his maw as it created a vice around her ankle. Loco fell to the ground, dry leaves from winters past burst about her flail in soft, wet rainfalls. Loco lunged for him now, her blunt teeth snapping into his fur, her fingers clawing at his indesposed face.*
Cheslav Noriklov (Nov 24, 2010 10:11:32 PM)
*teeth sank into flesh, before violently snapping his head back and forth. Weither it was to cause her more pain, or because her fingers seemed to be probing for his eyes, and in his nose* -ws- The weak are food for the strong. To serve Gaia one must always have the will to fight! *words could never have been spoken truer, atleast not by a Full Moon*
Loco Lobo (Nov 24, 2010 10:15:35 PM)
*Her calf thickened, the muscle inside chorded and doubled but never truely became bulky. Her dress was rendered into strips of cloth for bandaging, some pieces remained on her Crinos form. She snapped her teeth at Cheslav, aiming for his neck but managing to sink petite, but razor sharp teeth into his flank. The Bayou grew silent with night sounds, instead taking on a wolfish scuffle, high pitched whines and low growls.*
Cheslav Noriklov (Nov 24, 2010 10:20:14 PM)
*another growl slipped from the large lupus form, blood oozing from his flank as sharp teeth sunk into warm flesh. Fur matting together as blood coated the thin strands, then fell to the soil, as he continued to spin himself around, wrenching on her leg with his fangs*
Loco Lobo (Nov 24, 2010 10:23:03 PM)
*Lobo finally clawed at Cheslav's flanks, burrying him under her (not so) substantial weight. If she pulled him off, he merely clung to her sides, biting and scoring her with bursting scarlet gashes. Finally her hands closed on his muzzle, a leg on his chest. He was the superior fighter, however, and every moment scuffling left her grasping and gasping.*
Loco Lobo (Nov 24, 2010 10:24:06 PM)
(2 sux on rage)
Cheslav Noriklov (Nov 24, 2010 10:31:35 PM)
*blood stained his dark coat, a deep growl slipping from him. The scent filling his nose, and the taste of blood heavy in his mouth. Heart racing rapidly as the battle continued on, his body settling beneath her larger form as he breathed heavily nose* -ws- This makes me very happy.... *tongue dragging over his maw, before letting out a deep breath, rubbing his face against the soil as he decided to let her have this battle*
Loco Lobo (Nov 24, 2010 10:34:33 PM)
*Lobo disengaged quickly, limping backward on her forepaws and rear leg. The fourth held up as a ruined bloody piece of meat... ok not that bad, but still awful painful. Her ears flew from forward pointed triangles to aft ones against her head. Those theet of hers bore at him, ready for the Lupus to come at her for another taste.*
Cheslav Noriklov (Nov 24, 2010 10:37:58 PM)
*yawned briefly, before turning to lick at his wounds. Tongue lapping almost hungrily at the blood, before his head turned and snatched up a piece of cloth with his teeth* -ws- This is mine...
Wilhelm Faust (Nov 24, 2010 10:38:43 PM)
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Wilhelm Faust (Nov 24, 2010 10:39:46 PM)
*The black volvo parks quitely, pulling off the road and tires crunching on gravel*
Loco Lobo (Nov 24, 2010 10:40:34 PM)
*She watched Cheslav's maw take up the cloth, something she'd worked hard to obtain and now... Red. A Garou going from otherwordly calm to Frenzy with such little provokation didn't seem at all normal. Lobo lunged at him, fast as lightning. Her maw snapping for the back of Cheslav's neck and holding like a vice. Immediately she shook her head, throwing the smaller wolf form about like a rag-doll. A toy. An obsticle to her pride.* (Frenzy)
Wilhelm Faust (Nov 24, 2010 10:42:17 PM)
*Wilhelm hasn't seen the pair yet of course.. he's just out in the wilds, searching for a chance to relax and slipping from the car, tossing his pack of ciggerets back in the car without takeing one out, resisting the vice and looking quitely around, a slow, deep breath drinking in the scents of the night*
Loco Lobo (Nov 24, 2010 10:44:13 PM)
*That heartbreakingly beautiful and nightmarishly violent howl emitted from her throat, moments before impact.*
Wilhelm Faust (Nov 24, 2010 10:45:18 PM)
*The sound echos across the forest and he hestates a moment before starting across night, jogging in the direction of the lupine howl*
Cheslav Noriklov (Nov 24, 2010 10:45:47 PM)
*a heavy growl slipped from the wolf, before a sharp yip, as teeth wrapped around his neck. Eyes widdening for a moment, as his form was shaking from side to side. A moment later, the sound of snapping bones, ripping flesh, then they all quickly mended. Body bursting into Crinos as a claw moved to swipe violently at the crazed bitch*
Loco Lobo (Nov 24, 2010 10:49:35 PM)
*The fury in her eyes poured out like maelvolent wraiths. She clamped harder, refusing to rescind her opinion. Even as Cheslav's talons tore her tender belly. He'd already wounded her leg to the point of slowing the werewolf down, and soon she was folding under his might with another pitched and scalding cry. The trees listening silently, standing soldiers in twisted bark and limbs. Lobo muscled Cheslav to the side, her snapping teeth biting again further down his shoulder with a misplaced adjustment.*
Wilhelm Faust (Nov 24, 2010 10:52:27 PM)
*Wilhelm hits a full run in ten strides and plunges though the dark brush with instinctive awareness of his surroundings that boarders on superhuman, slowing little as branchs catch and claw at him, sthrugging out of his dark shirt, the howl enough to make him decied something's wrong and the heavy growls and snapping jaws have him running even faster*
Wilhelm Faust (Nov 24, 2010 10:56:14 PM)
(Ahh.. sadly, I have to run for a fostern challange. Best if I leave before I get involved, I think))
Wilhelm Faust (Nov 24, 2010 10:56:22 PM)
((Take care))
Cheslav Noriklov (Nov 24, 2010 10:56:26 PM)
*the clawed hand moved towards the newly rended flesh. Sharp claws reaching into Lobo's stomach, grabbing, and ripping at warm entrails. Blood spilling all over the soil beneath their feet, as the ahroun put his weight into the battle. His large form pressing for an advantage, snarling as a claw moved towards Lobo's face*
Wilhelm Faust (Nov 24, 2010 10:56:30 PM)
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Loco Lobo (Nov 24, 2010 10:58:03 PM)
*His heavy, clawed paw impacted her face with the smack of stars. Her heavy skull absorbing most of the impact and finally, slumping off of him. She was able to mutter something through her teeth before impacting the soft, leafbed below them both.* ... Zaebos.
Cheslav Noriklov (Nov 24, 2010 11:06:11 PM)
*a long howl slipped from his maw, as his gaze drifted towards the moon. Claws sinking to his sides, as droplets of blood collected along his sharp talons. Eyes turned before resting on her form. Sniffing heavily at the air before moving to drag her off towards the trees. Settling down on the ground beside her* -gs- I am very happy... *a clawed hand patting her chest*
Loco Lobo (Nov 24, 2010 11:09:37 PM)
*Her eyes were tightly closed, she remained in the Crinos form, odd. Thankfully she was still breathing, albeit ragged and slow due her crippling wounds. He'd managed to shred through her skin and past her muscle, but her vital organs lay inside primarily undisturbed. The blood that soaked the oak and the ground was thick and gorey, nearly black in the moon filled night. It glinted eerily.*
Cheslav Noriklov (Nov 24, 2010 11:13:11 PM)
*eyes drifting towards his own wounds, as he shifted uncomfortably. Watching as flesh slowly mended itself, yet the damage done to the muscle still seemed to linger on. Dark eyes drifted closed as he took a deep breath of air, the scent of blood thick in the air only seemed to soothe him further. Tongue licked along his maw, searching for stray droplets of blood, before patting her almost affectionately*
Loco Lobo (Nov 24, 2010 11:16:13 PM)
(She's not going to wake up for a while)
Cheslav Noriklov (Nov 24, 2010 11:16:48 PM)
(good! cause I'm not going to leave her here to be eaten by scavengers!)
Loco Lobo (Nov 24, 2010 11:17:19 PM)
(lol, She'll be fine.)
Cheslav Noriklov (Nov 24, 2010 11:17:58 PM)
(I hope so!)
Loco Lobo (Nov 24, 2010 11:19:32 PM)
(AFK, I'm having issues over here)
Cheslav Noriklov (Nov 24, 2010 11:19:51 PM)
(baseball bats, and superglue!)
Cheslav Noriklov (Nov 24, 2010 11:23:23 PM)
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Loco Lobo (Nov 24, 2010 11:23:33 PM)
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