Loco Lobo (Nov 18, 2010 6:59:40 PM)
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Cheslav Noriklov (Nov 18, 2010 7:16:31 PM)
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Loco Lobo (Nov 18, 2010 7:19:55 PM)
*Loco actually wasn't traveling in her Lupus form at pressent. Instead, she sit by a lucious span of swamp water, stick in human hand, and watching the Sun meander vaguely westward. Her human form, curvacious and healthy, was clad in Wilhelm's clothing, large on her more minute frame and hanging liesurely off one shoulder. The button up dress shirt seemed rather nice too, and surprisingly enough clean. She'd rolled the sleeves up her tanned elbows, the stylish buckle jeans afixed with a belt.*

Cheslav Noriklov (Nov 18, 2010 7:24:58 PM)
*Cheslav however was traveling in lupus. His large wolf form idly slipping through the trees as he continued to sniff at the air. Dispite a few rather annoying grumbles from his stomach, he did his best to stay quiet as he continued to hunt for food. Sure he could have spent time in town, and bought it. But this way it kept his senses sharper, and he stayed in shape.. even if that shape was big, and bulky*

Loco Lobo (Nov 18, 2010 7:27:14 PM)
*Loco's senses were dull now. Her human ears unable to pick up those minute cues Cheslav was creating. She leaned back now against a nearly neon green moss covered trunk, relaxed. This of course was unusual for the wolf. Loco glanced back into the darkening woods, her eyes (unlike her ears) remained that bright hazel gold color, their pupils glowing with the drink of the sunset light.*

Cheslav Noriklov (Nov 18, 2010 7:30:58 PM)
*the wolfs head snapped to the side, eyes peering off into the trees as a familiar scent reached him. A low growl, as his tail raised, nose pointed off towards the wind. After a few moments of not spotting the other wolf, he continued on, assuming she may have just passed through the area, on her way to places that weren't his to claim*

Loco Lobo (Nov 18, 2010 7:33:49 PM)
*Loco stood on her feet now, a young woman mounting the buffed log she sat on. It'd been faint but she could have sworn she heared a growl. Her image now silhouetted against the melon sky behind her, human.*

Cheslav Noriklov (Nov 18, 2010 7:53:16 PM)
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Loco Lobo (Nov 18, 2010 8:17:20 PM)
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